There comes a time when your life is just overwhelmed by clutter. It becomes so choked, that you cannot move without wanting to sweep an arm over the detritus to clear it all away. Call it what you want, a blank slate, a clean sheet or clutter free. A week ago, this blog had just over 800 posts. Most of them were utter dross, added for the sheer sake of adding them. They provided no actual substance and was just a reflection of the vapidness of my life over the last decade.
So I’ve just spent the last two hours removing all traces. I spared no mercy on the situation either. If it looked crap, off to the trash folder it went. I am now down to 77 posts. I hope to add more than this over time clearly. Now I’ve done this I feel like flexing my arm over other areas of my life. I seem to be looking at everything and questioning whether there’s a way I can pare things down a bit. Perhaps this is a new challenge, or perhaps it’s a stalling tactic, I don’t know. Regardless of what I want to call it, I think I’m going to tidy up the junk. The utensils draw had better watch out, as I think it’s the next victim on my list.
