I wish there were more of me. Then I could get the boring stuff done along with all of the fun stuff I want to do. Just this morning Chris said I made him dizzy. I'm always thinking about what project, hobby or job I want to do. Focus does not come naturally to me (or organization or self-discipline or consistency). I could probably write five million blogs because I dabble in most everything. I'm also a web-md in case you have some strange symptoms. My baby went to kindergarten last year, and I began the process of being a stay at home mom with no kids at home. Now, I'm on a roll with all the things I want to do.  What stands in my way is a big fat mess of clutter. I would feel much better and a lot less guilty about enjoying myself if my house was in order.  I save everything! I've been sentimentally attached to a gum wrapper.  So, there is sentimental clutter in my basement.  Just use your imagination on how much after 18 years...  The kids have put a whole new spin on my clutter challenge with "baby memory clothes", a tub a child for each grade, and so on and so on.  So, this is my clutter cleanse journey.  I hope this journey lasts a little longer than most of my trips because I have a whole lot to de-clutter.