I'd love to be a minimalist. (We're not talking books here- you know that, don't you?) 

I'd love a streamlined home with lots of clear space.  (I don't like modern furniture and decor, so I'm an eclectic minimalist, I guess.)

I keep planning and trying to get rid of stuff. Which is hard, because I'm the only one in the family who thinks like that. I have a joke that if we went overseas I'd have a spare pare of undies in my handbag because that would be all the space I'd get.

I have plans for decluttering. I look at a room and think "When I get the time I will gut this room and be RUTHLESS."  And I do try. But it occurs to me that if I gave the amount of time to cleaning and tidying my home that I give to planning decluttering and making the fairly pathetic attempts that I do make, the place would look a whole lot more streamlined anyway.

This might not strike anyone else as profound. But it echoes so many other things in my life.  For instance, my husband has said that if I spent the same amount of time actually praying as I spend on organizing to pray, well then the world would be a different place!

I will keep decluttering. I do need to get rid of stuff.  But I also need to put in the daily work at caring for my home. Which I already knew, didn't I? And it makes me think about what Leonie has been talking about here and  in another post which I just spent fifteen minutes looking for and can't find.

C'est la vie. Well, ma vie, anyway.