I am exceedingly pleased with myself and the progress I’ve made with cleaning up my room. When even I can’t find things in the mess, it’s time to clean up. It’s a much nicer space in which to work. Maybe now I’ll write my brown-black belt paper.
But the job is not yet done. Sure, surfaces are cleared of clutter (mostly – not quite finished with that part). Now I have a big box in the middle of my room to go through. It’s the big box where I threw everything that needed to find another home. A lot of it is just filing … which means I have to scour my files to throw out worthless dead trees to make room.
It never ends.