I got home yesterday and I couldn't sleep. It's not because of the forced insomnia that I've been going through lately or that I had too much else to do but it was purely because, there was no space on my bed to sleep on. The whole bed was cluttered with books, newspapers from the past week that I've been trying to catch up on, my laptop, a variation of cables whose uses I can't quite place my finger on just yet.
The reason my books are on the bed was probably because my study desk was full of spare parts from computers past, hats, belts, stockings, a variation of papers from who knows where. The hats were not in their proper place on the chair because the chair had been taken up by dirty clothes and well you wonder why they were not in the clothes basket??Because the clothes basket was happily holding on to CD wallets and a variation of other implements that have long outlived their use. My bookshelves were overflowing, my floor was crawling with shoes. Strangely though, the only place that was clutter free was the dustbin. I wonder where the rubbish is!
If I say I'm not naturally a clutterer, I would be lying but lately, my clutter has gotten a life of its own. There are things in every nook and cranny in my room. Letters from a pen pal in the early 90's, exam papers together with their notes from high school, my 1st campus project. Things seem to get in and never leave. I'm like the black hole of useless things.
So, purely because I had no where to place my laptop so that I can atleast nap, I decided it was perharps time to throw out all those shoes from when I was a shoe size 3 and skirts from when I was 4 inches shorter. So yesterday, I started with the easiest thing to de-clutter. I took out my phone and started to de-clutter my inbox. (Don't judge. I was tired.) 600 messages and counting. I can't say it was easy letting go of all those "where are you?" texts and it was much harder deleting the "hope your holding up good!", "thank you" and "i'm sorry" but it was most especially hard on my thumbs. But I can proudly now declare I am down to 120 texts on inbox and exactly 0 texts on my sent messages.
So I am giving myself a week to throw the trash out of my room. It's time to decide what matters and what doesn't. The past papers from the past century have to go, the top that was so "in" in 1997 has to be packed up and given out. Well I might keep the jeans jacket that has seen better days. It might come back in fashion. But by this time next week, I will be clutter free and ready to sleep!