Clutter Gets Candid

 Clutter

 

Clutter is my name, and I bet you aren’t too happy to see me. Well, I

just feel chatty...

As you may be aware, I don’t appear all at once; I grow over a period of time. At first, you are hardly aware of me, or even if you are, you ignore me and promise yourself that you’ll deal with me later.

I have this knack for multiplying. I spread across closets, shelves, tables, drawers, and cartons, weaving myself into your life and becoming a nuisance.

I take up not only your space but a great deal of your time as you sift through me to find your keys or documents or whatever it is that you may be looking for.

I’m the eyesore that you so want to be rid of, but you procrastinate, and when the time comes to throw me out, I bring back a memory, or you remember how much I cost, or I am a gift, or you plan to wear me someday when the time is right.

Then there are days when you declare war on me, and I’m either thrown out or packed for donation. Your busy schedules and workworn days continue, and once again, slowly but steadily, I begin to live rent-free in your home until the next eviction.

I’m not invincible. Once you set your mind to getting rid of me and steel yourself against sentiment, it’s a piece of cake.

So goodbye for now till we meet again. There’s the scent of eviction in the air. 

How do you deal with clutter? 

This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge 2026