I'm really excited about writing my blog today. I have decluttered my closet and after a trip to the library, I found a book that will let me declutter my mind. That excites me. I hadn't given any thought to the possibility that my mind needed decluttering,
but I'm game to give it a try. Already, I can see the folly of my ways. I thought it was my closet that needed decluttering and organizing. I just learned that the real problem isn't stuff. It's my vision of my self. I have to take time and figure out what
I want from life. I'm thinking. So far, I've come up with : I want a closet that is colored coordinated , a stash of yarn that is neatly rolled in balls, kibbles in the dog dish and not on the kitchen floor,and the junk drawer in the kitchen able to be opened
because the clutter is in little neat rows. That's my vision. I do think the author had something different in mind .Oh Boy, my house is a reflection of my life. He said it, not me. I think that I won't read any more. Is there a chapter on depression in this
book?