A Little Bit Louder and a Little Bit Worse

I was thumbing through posts from January, 2010, thinking I might do a retrospective series of posts on the last twelve months. After scrolling through my January entries, it's obvious I need a plan B, because 95% of my posts talk about

1. Cleaning my house
2. My House is a mess
3. I'm being suffocated by clutter
4. Organization is highly desired yet eternally elusive
5. I'll never be finished

I'm like the home improvement version of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall or the 12 days of Christmas.  You know you'll get to the end eventually, but you're sure to lose your sanity around 88 bottles of beer or 5 gold rings, respectively.

I think instead of recapping January (house. messy. clutter. bad) I better spend the rest of my time apologizing. I bet by now you all get the fact that I suffer from clutter. The rule may be a place for everything and everything in its place, but I can't get through the first half of that sentence without it being an utter failure. I don't have a place for everything, and that's the problem. My living space is very compact and is taken up by, well, living, so I don't have spare rooms scattered throughout my house to chunk my junk.  My only recourse is to constantly (yet far too slowly) whittle away at what I do have, separating things into piles to file, things to toss, stuff to shred,etc.

I'm making progress.  I really am.  But I say that all the time too, don't I?  I'm just hoping that if the purpose of life is the journey, not the destination, the same can be said for cleaning.  As long as I have another pile to sort, then I have reason to be here another day.  Who knew the fountain of youth came disguised as the mountain of mayhem?