Every few months I revert to my bad habits and let the folded laundry stay in piles on my bed, my floor, in my closet, on my dress (don't ask me why not IN my dresser)... to the point where I eventually have a single walking path from the door to the bed; now mind you that is a VERY short distance but still unacceptable.
I don't have a good reason as to why I let this happen, I don't like it and it frustrates me every time. I know that it only takes just a few extra minutes to put the laundry away or sort and recycle the mail (my other constant source of clutter). Yet for some reason, I choose to skip that step just enough times that it becomes a task that appears insurmountable, and then I am just too vexed to take on the task at hand. Eventually either shame or a really good reason to clean my room thoroughly gives me the extra incentive I need to take care of this hideous beast. It takes me far longer than it EVER would have if I just took it as it comes and I still inevitably end up with the "what do I do with this crap" pile. I know you say toss that pile of crap out...but it isn't unneeded crap, or even garbage, it is simply those things which you need and use infrequently but that have no appropriate place. Almost without fail, that pile becomes the starting place for the next round of Mount Vesuvius.
I am on hour 3 of this task and decided for sanity sake I would take a break and share my sad story. If it wasn't so terribly embarrasing I would post the before and after photo....well maybe I will anyway. A little additional humility could make me less likely to do this in the future (hmm good in theory, we shall see). Ugh....back to the trenches.....
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