With all of the travel and chaos that has happened in the last 7 months, my house looks like it has exploded. I still get it professionally cleaned regularly, which is necessary with my killer allergies, but the cleaners are getting to the point where they are cleaning around clutter in some areas.
It kills me. About 5 years ago I swore off crap and went as minimalist as made sense for us.
My favorite law of physics is the 2nd law of thermodynamics, because entropy, where a naturally system naturally goes from organized to chaos, is applicable in all areas of life. This includes socks in my house.
The "S***" in my title really refers to "sock" in my house as one of my dogs is a sock hoarder. She just carries them around, which we admit is cute and call her our interior decorator, but the number of sock orphans seems to have increased exponentially in the 2 years we have had her. Yes, yes, 95% or so of dogs' bad habits are really the humans bad habits, but she isn't harming anything (except my sanity), so it is what it is.
Socks aren't the only element of entropy. The rest of my clothing has came along with it. When I went minimalist, most things went, and basically all that was left was stuff that matched seamlessly that made me look like a walking bruise, i.e., most items were grey, blue, or purple.
About 2 years ago, after my 2nd failed IVF cycle, I felt I needed to stop hiding in blah clothing and at least pretend to look more like a lady. This means no more living in t-shirts and jeans on weekends and at least casual Friday and maybe another day at work. This is also coming from someone who would wail when her mom told her there were two days of the year I had to wear a dress two days a year, which was Christmas and Easter.
As an adult, I am okay with idea of a dress or skirt, but they also fall under "pear-shaped problems" as most dresses aren't cut right and even if they did, even when I was running 30+ miles a week, my thunder thighs rub together. I know all women have problems buying clothing off the rack, but I really feel most items don't work for us fall-seasoned stone-fruit types.
I read decades okay that my set of genetics is fine as pear-shaped people have lower health risks. Here's a brief verification.
So, for me, my clutter not only reflects on my mental state, it impacts my mental state. I'm trying to use February to reset some areas of my life as I at least don't have to travel to the Midwest for family business.
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