The Absence of Clutter

This will not be a lengthy post as it's past my bedtime and I need to find slumber quickly tonight and get some rest if I am ever going to get to the gym before work. But I wanted to jot down some thoughts as another Easter comes to a close.

Snowflake and I had a discussion about Lent and the Easter season earlier this year and what it means. And she had an interesting take that I had not heard of. Lent, to her, is a time of rebirth. So it makes me wonder what changes this Lenten season has brought to her life and where does she go from here.

I could ask the same of myself. And I'm not really sure of the answer, but I think the overall thought process follows some of the basic themes of my previous postings. With one new twist.

Clearing out the clutter.

Literally and metaphorically, I need to get my house in order. On the quite literal side of clearing out the clutter, the office, which had fallen into ruin essentially, has been excavated and cleaned. It looks fantastic.

This was the room in my house where I used to write. It was mine. A sanctuary. And I let it decay over time. I didn't respect it and it was pretty much lost. Until yesterday.

Without too much pomp, I will offer up a heap of praise and thanks to Keaton. There's friendship, and then there's a good kick in the ass. And sometimes we need both in this world and I have to say I'm grateful that I have a friend who knows the difference and when to play the right hand. Thanks, Keaton.

I now have my room back. And I will respect it. I will keep it free of clutter. The clutter that consumes and infests. The clutter that poisons the mind and pains the soul. It's amazing how your space defines you. I will not stop with just this one room. The house is being reclaimed.

No more clutter.

And with that, I must get to bed. There's a gym down the street that I haven't seen in ages. I need to change that too.

It's beginning.