Personal Organization – Sanjay Sabarwal's Blog

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Clutter. All around I see piles of clutter. First, and always the mental. The master To DO list that never seems to go down. My creativity at adding all my thoughts onto a piece of paper does provide some relief, yet some items just languish there for ages. It’s as if I hope time’s dust will bury them, and I won’t have to do them. There are several I have been avoiding for a long time. I know donating old clothes from my overflowing closet would relieve me, yet I hesitate to go there. I realize that my library needs to be organized, and I need some breathing room in my work space. Currently. I am typing gently so as not to disturb the stacks of the books I have placed all around me so they don’t fall on me. Yeah, the height of irony, me buried under words. Everywhere. I see clutter in my life. Words fill inside me, and I don’t make room for new ones, instead I push them down under more unsaid words and actions.

Behind me, I sense my pacing dog who anxiously, but patiently, waits for me to take her on her daily walk. Back and forth, I heard the skitter of her feet. Each day is a choice of actions. Each day. I can remove or reduce the clutter or I can take care of some other pressing problem. As I type this. I wonder if I should take the garbage cans in first or ensure Bella can get her morning walk in. Each clear moment has become about decisions that make my day. I resist the pathological need to check my Facebook account or the FML website. Each passing minute, I make decisions that create my day for me. And so lies the dust in my life. Some days, the dust seems to far spread that I don’t even feel like trying. Then there are the other days where I begin to pick up something, and the whole weight of what lies ahead feels so suffocating that I rather just aimlessly roam over Spotify and keep creating playlists.

Each moment is a decision, and some days are just spent in whimsical searching of my past. The To Do list glares at me, and it becomes part of the clutter in my life. Each time I glance at it, the enormity of it just gets to me. It has gotten so bad that I have been put taking my meds as part of my life. I am drowning myself in to do items, and it hits me that I have cluttered thinking as well. So the past weeks, I have been doing Morning Pages from The Artist’s Way, and suddenly even the smallest thoughts are written, and I begin to see patterns. Sadness and anger and regret at the thing I needed or wanted them to be. So much regret, so much longing for how I want things to be. So I put the thoughts down on paper, and suddenly I feel a bit lighter. The clutter no longer seems suffocating.

I move the books, and the words are no longer threatening to bury me. One day at a time. One thing at a time.