My mind. The place where the majority of my clutter exists.

Ha! What a question! I wish I could afford to hire someone to help me organize my home. The thing is, is that I am fully capable of figuring it out myself, it's just that I don't want to. There are a myriad of other things that I'd rather be doing with my time. I know I'd feel better without the clutter, I just don't want to put in the effort.

In the future, I do plan on hiring someone. It is risky tho, is it not? Will they be kind? Will they post pictures of my house on facebook? The thing is, is that we are not dirty, just very disorganized. Our kitchen and our bathrooms are clean, for the most part. 

Our bedroom really needs work. In my older age, I've decided that there is no point in folding clothes and putting them into drawers, when it is a lot easier to just leave them in the laundry basket. Being a recluse, there are only a few things I wear anyway. There is no goddamn point. 

If I have so very few few clothes, where do all of the clothes piled on a table in our basement come from? I do not understand where these mystery items of clothing are coming from. Are there other people secretly living in our home? Maybe they are just extremely quiet and unobtrusive. I only wish they would have the consideration to tidy after themselves. It is hard enough keeping our own messes under wraps without having to worry about the squatters quietly existing within piles of laundry. 

Our living room area, is normally not very cluttered. I can't relax and enjoy myself in a majorly cluttered space. And this is where I spend most of my time. I enjoy having a lot of plants. I enjoy my china cabinet, which we got from some very generous people, who rather than selling it, advertised it for free. How lucky were we to be the first in line? It doesn't usually work out that way. It even has lights on the inside. It is my pride and joy. I display all of my nice things in there. I do not have china dishes. I do have a small amout of crystal. I love crystal. 

Additionally, I have been collecting crystal figurines. I know, I know, I am revealing my age. Oh well. We also enjoy comfortable and beautiful throw blankets. And nice accent pillows. We put all our medicines and such, in cute baskets under our coffee table. I like our coffee table to be free of clutter. I have a nice pottery creamer. I have a beautiful pottery coffee cup. It came from me, to my mama, and back to me again after mama died. It has honey bees impressed in it. And honey combes. I have a dish of rocks. I have a lovely plate for my spoon. It also has a honey bee painted on it. And flowers. 

See, I don't need riches to be happy. I have a few very nice things that I have gotten at Christmas or for my birthday, I have some things we were lucky enough to find for free. That is it. I have lovely place mats my mama made for us as a Christmas gift one year. I have cute tea towels which we are to afraid to use. I still have the ones I got two years ago for Christmas, hanging unused on a hook. They just look so pretty, and I am afraid to ruin them. I have my candles. 

If our finances ever allow us, I am going to seek out a non judgemental and kind person to help in my home and in my yard. And as far as decluttering my mind, I have a counselor and an Adderall prescription for that. Although I rarely have any counseling sessions. It is because of the cost, which I do not begrudge at all. Anyone who dares to venture into my mind deserves compensation, make no mistake. 

It all comes down to the almighty dollar, in the end. Mental health support should not be based on an individuals ability to pay. I am not even talking about myself. So many people, worse off than I am, need help. It does not seem very fair. But I dare not head into such dangerous territory in this writing block. No sir. I will attempt to keep things lighthearted. 

The thing is, we have to be happy with having less, do we not? We have to cherish and take care of the few nice things we have, and not covet the riches of other people. It's our capitalistic society combined with media, social or otherwise, which makes us covet, ever so much more. Historically, material riches were not shoved in our faces, the way they are now.

Our neighbors were likely in the same boat as we were. We were content with our lot in life. Capitalism has simply gotten too far out of hand. Advertising is off the rails. People are now wanting what they can't have. When it becomes even worse, and the gap between the rich and the poor widens more than it already is, we will see a revolution. 

What the fuk! Back to the goddamn topic being discussed. If it wasn't clear before, it should be very evident now, that it is my mind that is in drastic need of being decluttered. I'm going to wrap things up and just say that I am, for the most part, happy living in my cluttered home and my cluttered mind. There are depressive periods I must contend with. It would be nice to have help in my home during those days. We don't always get what we want, or even what we need, tho. That is the world we are living in. I will be content with the nice things I've accumulated and my cozy cluttered home.

Thank you very much for reading my stuff.🙂

PS I hate the goddamn comma! It is my writing bane. Who would have thunk, eh? A simple comma, being ever so devious. I either overuse the goddamn thing, or I underuse it. It hates me.