I posted earlier about how fragile I am feeling, and how I have a need to declutter my mind and my body.
And what better way to start that process by some actual de-cluttering.
When I need to feel in control, I clean. I organise my space. And then I clean some more.
So whilst lovely husband entertained various children, I de-cluttered our upstairs retreat.
It is a gorgeous big room, which I work in a lot.
But it accumlates a lot of crap.
But it is done. All squeaky clean and lovely, and organised. I shifted furniture, and got rid of three bags of junk.
It is now the haven that I need it to be.
And I feel a bit better. And that is good.
All this labour gave me the opportunity to chew over in my head what I need to do in order to take this diminishing lark to the next stage.
My weight loss ticker is back, up the top there.
I have reset some goals.
More on that tomorrow..........