It felt good today to tidy up my sewing room somewhat. Still have more to do, but it looks 75% better, which means I am calmer. I'm in the process of painting a spare bedroom, so some of the stuff from that room had to be moved into my sewing room and hallway.
Every time I tidy up, I feel more and more incentive to chuck stuff, and it's cathartic to do so. There's also a very clear sense of self when you are mindfully ruthless about clutter. By that I mean, when you're over a certain age, you pretty well know yourself--the fantasy you and the real you. And you realize that constantly storing stuff, saving stuff, moving stuff from pillar to post, just drains you instead of invigorates you. That lightening up the digs actually lightens up the soul.