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How can I call myself a minimalist, yet live with piles of paper on all flat surfaces? My clothes are draped on chairs and my wardrobe doors.
I still hold on to the dream that it will be different some day. I still think there will be that time when time stops and a miracle has taken place: All of my affairs will be taken care of and everything will have a place.
Can someone gently tell me it's not going to happen, it was never going to happen, and here is the gold: it does not matter because it is not that important in the scheme of things.
Whew! I know that fact most days, except for the days like today. I forgot and was spinning into the belly of overwhelm.
Simple question: How important is it?