I have several blogs in the works and can’t seem to finish any of them.  Yes, I have been busy with the garden and yardwork.  I would like to blame it on that.  The problem is I have been Flying The Flylady Way too long to use it for an excuse.

At first I thought it was “Bloggers Block or Writers Block.”  I can’t even blame that.  No it’s not that.  It’s down and out Clutter!  That is what the heck it is!

This week two buildings were demolished to clean the town up.   I walked over to the lot to watch the debris burn a couple times.  I talked about it on my daily photo mini blog.  One flybaby said it perfectly.  What was happening was “The Circle Of Life.”  She was right.  It has been in my thoughts as I have been going about my past couple days.  I had to ask myself, “So why can’t I do this Circle of Life thing with my clutter?  What makes it any different?

They say many things must end in order for other things to begin.  So I go in my worst room to start to declutter. I freeze up.  Why?  Because today the only clutter I can deal with is the clutter that I am not attached to.  Simple as that.  I want to get rid of my clutter but I don’t want to get emotional doing it.  I think that is what happens with most of us.

I am so glad this time I was able to see the different types of clutter.  There really is the clutter that brings up emotions and then there is clutter that is just that. CLUTTER!!!!

So I went searching for all of that clutter that has no emotional ties on it.  I found plenty too.  I did my usual 27 Fling Boogie.  It seems like the only tool to get me unstuck from the clutter that is sucking the life out of me.

I found lumber in my storage shed that was so rotten it wouldn’t work for any project.  I am sure it was leftovers from something that I wasn’t even a part of.  CLUTTER.  Then I found some things that were probably left behind by my brother and his family when he lived here.  I have been here almost 14 years and if he isn’t coming for it, it must have been clutter to them too.

I found some gardening tools that were full of rust and wooden handles that were decaying.  Why was I keeping this???  Then I wondered where did these things come from?  If I can’t even remember that, my question again was “Why Am I Keeping Them?”