Every once in a while, I get overwhelmed by a feeling of disorder.
It hit me last night.
I realized what was causing it: too many items of questionable use lying around. These things aren’t obviously clutter, because MAYBE they're useful. But maybe not.
That phone toy might be broken, or maybe it just needs a new battery. Would this CD work if I wiped it off, or is it permanently scratched? Did I stop reading this novel, fifty pages in, because I didn’t like it or because I just misplaced it? Etc.
I’m gathering up these items. This weekend, I’m going to decide the fate of each thing. Nothing’s more aggravating than being surrounded by stuff in clutter limbo.