As I grow older, a bad word that starts with C has crept into my vocabulary \u2013 and my environment. I\u2019m having a hard time ridding myself of it. It niggles at my edges, and like a bad haircut it has become my constant companion.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s the word, you ask? Clutter!<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t really pinpoint when it began; it seems like it was just there.<\/p>\n
I was a neat freak well into my 50s. There was a place for everything and everything in its place. I was never Mommy Dearest (although there\u2019s probably only two or three wire hangers in my house), but I was obsessed with the notion of an orderly environment.<\/p>\n
One Saturday morning that suddenly changed. I had been up cleaning since the crack of dawn when I caught a glimpse of my haggard reflection in the mirror. I studied it and asked myself, \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Would it really matter if I left a sweater draped across a chair instead of hanging it in the closet? Would it really matter if I left the dishes in the dishwasher overnight rather than putting them away as soon as the cycle was over? Would it really matter if my handbags were just on a shelf and not arranged by color, size and purpose? Would it really matter if instead of having every drawer organized, I had a junk drawer? Would it matter?<\/p>\n
Holy moly, what was I thinking? Surely I would be sucked into a black hole or into the time-space continuum or worse yet, some evil would befall me if I had indeed committed such a slovenly act.<\/p>\n
Really, probably not. Slovenly I am not; I just have too much of what author and professional organizer Peter Walsh calls \u201clazy clutter.\u201d Walsh says it\u2019s a little more than trash; it\u2019s all the stuff that we neglect and it accumulates over time on every flat surface in our homes. For me, its unopened junk mail, magazines, coupons and notes scribbled on scraps of paper.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not a pack rat or a hoarder; I\u2019m just guilty of piling it high. Sometimes I just plop things down. I have every intention of putting them away, but it never happens. Taking care of it all is becoming quite a chore that is sometimes stressful. I am not alone. The Huffington Post last year conducted a survey. They found that clutter is the fifth most common stress trigger; 47 percent of respondents worried that their homes were not clean or organized enough.<\/p>\n
Americans in general have too much stuff to take care of. Consider these facts from the National Association of Organizing Professionals:<\/p>\n
The National Soap and Detergent Association says that getting rid of excess clutter would eliminate 40 percent of the housework in an average home. And the U.S. Department of Energy notes that 25 percent of people with two-car garages don\u2019t have room to park cars inside due to clutter, and 32 percent only have room for one vehicle.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t rent a storage unit (although I probably could) or park in the garage (because there\u2019s too much stuff in there) and yes, I probably wear 20 percent of my clothes 80 percent of the time.<\/p>\n
But, I\u2019m making progress. Last month I started a de-cluttering project. I labeled three boxes: Keep, Throw Away, and Give Away. I even put some items in each, but unfortunately, some of the items in the Throw Away and Give Away boxes made their way back into the Keep box.<\/p>\n
Clutter, clutter, clutter — there, I said it. Since I am not Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz and I don\u2019t have the power to click my heels together three times and go back to another time, I am going to work more on eliminating the C word from my list. Well, there\u2019s always tomorrow.<\/p>\n