I'm one of those people who stash my stuff in the first convenient spot I see, and then tell myself that I'll put them in their correct places once I have the time (mood).

But somehow the desired time (mood) just never comes, so the stuff remain in those convenient spots semi-permanently. Semi-permanently because everyone, including someone as disorganised as me, DOES have a threshold for mess (it's just that my threshold is higher than the average human being). When the clutter finally gets unbearable, the motivation for a major spring clean kicks in. I usually begin this task with admirable gusto, but most of the time, the accumulated clutter just proves too formidable for me, so I only manage to unclutter one portion of my home. This usually works well enough for me though. Semi-clutter is something I can live with; it's the Full-Blown Clutter that makes me want to knock my head against the wall.

Right now, the clutter level of my habitat is head-knocking Full-Blown. It's the result of six months of convenience-stashing and procrastination (and perhaps also years of sentimental hoarding -- I've really got to learn to throw things out!). My clutter's not a pretty sight for sure, and definitely unbearably unbearable. I wished I could have one week off work, just to stay home to put every wayward thing back to its correct place. It's strange how an untidy person like me actually wants her dream home to be TOTALLY clutter-free. The day I see my home spick-and-span neat will be the day I feel in total control of my life. That's therapy through symbolism to a certain extent, but I believe it helps in directly reducing Life-Clutter as well. At least I can stop worrying about losing my things, and concentrate my energy on other things that are more deserving of attention.

Once I'm done with House-Clutter, I'll start blasting Life-Clutter.

What a way to procrastinate.

It's no wonder that Life-Clutter is reaching head-knocking Full-Blown scales as well.