On one had, I do indeed mean cleaning literally. My room is a big messy. My desk is a messy mess. And though, through some weird twist of fate, I have more closet space than I’ll ever need, I still managed to fill it all up with I don’t know what.
And that’s kind of the thing. Boxes in my closet from a move to my current apartment over a year and a half (2 years? 3 years? 80 years?) ago, and I haven’t opened them and no longer know what’s in them? There’s a part of me that just wants to chuck ’em. Unopened. But, of course, I fear I’ll accidentally trash something valuable.
Though what’s really valuable is up in the air lately. Things that seemed so important at one point are now just clutter. Not to put to fine a point on it, but, yeah, this also goes for my brain as well.
It’s time to take stock, no matter how much I dread it, and clean up. Just get rid of the clutter and the mess. My room. My brain. Everything.
Of course, it’s also time for lunch now, so the rest will have to wait.