So, one of my bigger weaknesses has to do with clutter. It's my kryptonite. I do well when I have order around me, and I have to work hard to overcome clutter when my stuff gets cluttered. I think what happens is that, in my head, the amount of energy and time it'll take to create order-out-of-the-chaos gets magnified, and I shy away from it.
Every so often though, when I've got some clutter going on, I can find the energy and drive to do something about it.
Case in point, the hope chest in our bedroom.
Missy and I had a plan for this thing. It was going to be the comfy place to sit where I put my shoes on. What it turned into was the "here's where unfolded clean clothes get dumped when you're too tired from being up too late doing things" spot.
I went out of my way on Saturday to reboot that sucker, successfully.
CLEANING WARS, EPISODE IV:A NEW HOPE... CHEST
It didn't really take too long. About an hour of folding, hanging clothes, and being deliberate about things. And I'm grateful for it, because the very exercise has shown me that succumbing to the clutter isn't a foregone conclusion.
It makes me want to straighten up my home office too.
I feel like such a grownup.