I spent long hours de-cluttering my room. I finally packed my CD-roms, my art & craft materials, my notes from school & church, my clothes especially.
I threw and threw and threw away things, especially my clothes. In the previous few years whenever I pack my room, I would look at something and can't bear to give it away. My guiding principle then was "If I can't give it up, just keep it." This time round, my guiding principle "Is this thing going to be just another white elephant in my small room?" With this, I realized that I can throw/give/sell many things away. *Anybody wants clothes?*
De-cluttering my physical mess is therapeutic. As I pack, as I clear the mess and rubbish, to me, it's a very symbolic way of re-starting my life, doing a F5 and refresh. As I clear, I think and I reflect.
Today, I entered my room feeling very good. My room is warm and inviting. Everything seems new in my room. Neat.
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