I am incredibly thankful for the clutter that overwhelms my house (and me).
Yeah, I know. I’m thankful for clutter.
Go with me here.
I hate clutter. It overwhelms me mentally. I become stagnant and feel as though I am buried in stuff. It’s claustrophobic.
Yet, as I’ve written before, keeping a perfectly tidy house is at the very bottom of my priority list. Recently, we tidied the whole downstairs and it felt so nice. That didn’t last long at all. The living area quickly became full of everyone’s frequently used and recently bought via Amazon Prime stuff. Because some stuff doesn’t yet have a home. Some stuff is used too much to bother putting it away. And, this is the biggest truth, Hibby and I both suck at the one touch rule. (I have since as far back as I can remember. My mom and grandma said it’s inherited from my Pops. Hubby’s been this way at least since high school.)
Yet, I am so very grateful for all of the clutter. Because it means we don’t just have enough. We have more than we need. And it’s for that which I am grateful.