Shuffling stuff is making me silly stupid…
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.
— Napoleon Bonaparte
If my shredding-in-waiting looked like the photo above I’d be a happy camper because that would mean it was actually and already shredded, not waiting to be. But my shredding-in-waiting is waiting, waiting, waiting…
You see, I have this pile I’ve labeled “shredding”… in it you’ll find all the stuff that needs to be put through the shredder. The pile grows and grows and I ignore and ignore…
Why not do Continue reading » Got Shredding-in-Waiting? Do the Stuff-Shuffle!

Have you ever found that you actually got more done by doing less?
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
— Joseph Addison
The Luxury of a Quiet Sunday Morning
A few weeks ago, I decided to luxuriate in Sunday morning laziness which for me translates into simultaneously reading the Sunday paper, watching the Sunday Morning Show on TV while consuming oodles of coffee along with a decadent sweet roll – all while cocooned in my warm cozy bed.
The night before I’d programmed the TV to turn itself on at 6am which is when the Sunday Morning Show usually starts. As soon as it clicked on, I headed downstairs, got my coffee, my treat-for-breakfast and the paper.
Okay, the fantasy goes off track here… Continue reading » The “Yes… Damn Effect” Strikes Again!

How do you choose to see your world? Is it filled with things going wrong or are you filled with the confidence to carry you over, around and through whatever life throws you?
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
— John Milton
Mutter, Mutter, Mutter…
Well, Ellie muttered her way through a bunch of clutter last week and forgot to mention it in Wishing You Joy… Mutter, mutter, mutter… and at Aisling’s ArtistsJournals.com you can view a much more artistic version of clutter muttering – go ahead, look at it; it’s a fun rendition of:
Being clear of clutter is one of the greatest aids I know to discovering and manifesting the life you want.
Now ain’t that the truth?
And PattiAnn suggested in Is It Adversity or Is It Life? that perhaps we’re cluttering our lives with mutterings about all those awful things that seem to pop up at the worst possible moment. As if they’re not supposed to be happening to us! And, contrary to Continue reading » Adversity be Damned, Please Pass the Carmels!

Is clutter driving you bonkers? What small steps can you take to change your experience?
The facts of the present won’t sit still for a portrait. They are constantly vibrating, full of clutter and confusion.
— William MacNeile Dixon
No, that’s NOT my barn! Thank God. But it does epitomize my sense of clutter, clutter everywhere!
I do admit to a secret wish for my very own barn with an artist’s loft, a light-filled workroom, a retreat, a hideaway. Mine would, however, be neat, orderly and inviting. And, yes, I’d have one room for anything I am of a mind to keep but don’t know quite yet know what to do with. And organized space for some stacks n’ piles – ’cuz I function best with essentials “in sight”. For me “out of sight” equals “out of mind”. Every home should have such spaces, not too big, but accommodating.
I’m a fan of what I call “healthy clutter”, I wrote the post, Is Clutter Healthy? in which I blithely bragged:
I wholeheartedly subscribe to Thomas Edison’s advice, “To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.” I see myself not as a packrat, but as a hoarder of my very own possibilities pile. I do love my junk – it gives me the freedom to invent my very own as yet undefined creations… I suppose that each of us has our own clutter tolerance level – and beyond that threshold, we go bonkers.
…I think the secret to healthy stress reduction is in figuring out where you will draw the razor-thin line between ‘collectable’ and ‘clutter’ … figuring out which stuff will, in the words of Peter Walsh, “make your heart sing.”
Well now. Four months later, my clutter has crossed that razor-thin line; it’s out of control; it’s taken on a life of its own. I mean, even the freezer in the garage is cluttered with frost build-up and who knows what outdated leftovers! Hence my current clutter mutterings. I need a new heart song. Continue reading » Clutter Mutterings…

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