Clutter has never been my issue. Physical clutter anyway. I throw away anything and everything that I know I will not use. I like a clear, clean space. But I think there’s a reason for that – my clutter place is my brain. I can store stuff up there like the attic of a mansion. I can recall my first telephone number, as a kid, and my first telephone number as a married adult. Howard 2-0112, and Dewey 6-5619. If pressed I could probably call up my family members, including my in-laws numbers as well. Of course you didn’t need to remember area codes in those days. I not only know my own social security number, but I also memorized my husband’s, and my four kids. This, mind you, is just the tip of the iceberg of my useless storage system.
Of all those numbers above, I think I might have used my husband’s ssn once, when I was on the phone with the bank verifying something or other. What is important to save in the brain? Does the old stuff stretch the cache to hold more, or am I going to run out of space? Do I have an old Commodore 64 brain that will soon crash, or do I have an expendable iOS that will support me to the end? Does the fact that my surroundings are so spartan help my internal clutter to stay organized.
If I am being honest, these ponderings amount to a bunch of…clutter!
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