This floor hasn’t been visible in two YEARS! (Cat tax included because he helped inspect all the new, dirty places before I got a chance to sweep them. Then he objected greatly to being wiped off, as dust-bunnies on the whiskers is objectively aesthetic, lol) 👌🏼🐈🧹
My garage is my (not-so-secret) shame - everything got shoved in there when we moved house and there it just sat, gathering friends and dust and every random lost sock…
I’m setting a goal of one box or bag per day. It’s a lot. It’s not just utilitarian stuff, kids memories, clothes I loved and just don’t fit, all the emotional hurdles to something that, on paper, should be so easy to let go of…
Tears have been shed, blood bled, the work continues.
Anyone else feel like big overhaul decluttering ends up being weirdly hard yet therapeutic?