In a revealing and potentially inspiring essay, a lifelong clutter fiend and diagnosed horder describes the revelation he came to about his stuff, why it was so hard to get rid of stuff, and how little that stuff really meant.
The Unclutterer blog points us to Michael Rosenwald’s first-person account of a life so packed with clutter, his homes were usually impossible to walk in, work in or invite most visitors into. Toward the end, Rosenwald undergoes a kind of spiritual clutter crisis and begins to banish it, relying on something resembling the mantra pictured here to get past his inborn resistance to disposing of things.
It’s a good read even if you find it a bit too familiar for your own comfort. If you have a similarly inspiring tale or system for getting rid of serious, life-impacting clutter, tell it in the comments.
The mess he made: A life-long slob decides it’s time to get organized [Washington Post via Unclutterer]