Again, Really?

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Why am I surprised? I should have known this day was coming. History has a way of repeating itself, or so they say. Thank goodness it was today and not five years from now. If that had been the case, I would need a massive intervention followed up by some serious counseling. On some level, I suppose I should be grateful.

Today, I was gobsmacked right upside my head. It wasn't pretty as I peeked between the fingers covering my eyes. Staring back at me was CLUTTER and lots of it! The local carpet company called yesterday, Tuesday, to let me know they I was scheduled for installation on Friday. Instead of being giddy with excitement, all I could think of was "holy guacamole batman" okay maybe it was more like holy shit! To save money, it meant Steve and I had to empty four rooms of everything so the installers could have clear access. Really? Can't they work around my stuff?

I like to think of myself as a contemporary Nancy Drew and any good detective knows to look at the facts, examine the scene, and form a hypothesis of what led up to this point. So let's review a few facts. Five years ago in preparation to sell our Vashon Island home, I purged, and purged, and purged, and after spending a year doing so, I swore I would never return to the abyss of clutter or anything resembling a tchotchke. By the time we thad sold our house to travel full time, ninety five percent of all our belongings had been sold or donated. I was looking ahead with a new clutter free perspective.

So what happened? My need to establish roots again is what happened. In preparation for the installers arriving in three days, I took a deep breath and began to tackle my art studio. What in the world was I thinking when I bought a box of 1000 craft sticks? Was I planning on using them as swizzel sticks in fancy cocktails? Or saving rocks, really? And old pictures..was I thinking I would wallpaper my walls with them?...the best piece of junk I came across was an astrological chart profile of my first husband which dates back to 1979. Okay maybe I do need my head examined. How did this escape my past purging sessions?

One thing is certain..the universe keeps presenting me with "ah ha" moments like this until I get it right. Clutter makes me feel uncomfortable. Out f control uncomfortable. A messy garage, a messy car...you name it. I get it from my dad. His tools were organized with precision. He knew where everything was and he didn't have to buy five of one thing because he couldn't find it the first time.I want to be more like him. So wish me luck. I promise to keep practicing until I get it right, or either find a support group for clutter junkies like me. Which ever comes first.