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  • The bane of my existence has been kipple. Broadly defined as the small stuff that collects around the hous, on tables, desks, shelves etc.; it consist of papers, bits of papers with 'important ' info, random pieces of household stuff and clothing like little bottles of lotion, earrings, scarves... Oh the list can just go on and on! If I could name it all, I'd probably find a place to put it.

    So I decided to deal with the kipple in my life, and to tackle the biggest organisation issue I had. I'd realised that I could manage the big stuff, but the little stuff drove me bananas. My eye would slide by it; it's very presence was upsetting and disheartening. And then the knowledge that I managed 'the big stuff' but couldn't take care of the 'little stuff' upset my sense of self worth!

    So I started to pick up one item at a time, and even though that one little thing made so little difference in the whole, I started to tackle a little thing each time I passed by. Even if it was just a pencil, I picked it up and said to my self 'every little but counts' and put it away. It was easy to find the place for a single pencil, though perhaps not for the diary, hair clip and kids book lying beside it.

    It became a mantra for me, 'every little bit counts'. I tell that to people when it comes to charity, 'every little bit counts' no matter how small it is. And I started to tell myself the same for sorting out the kipple in my life. I briefly felt that I was demeaning the statement itself as a stand alone power house (as it was for charity not for rubbish lying around the house), then I told myself, bugger it, it really helps and I'll console myself too while I'm at it!

    Here I would like to say how 'slowly everything changed'. But I'd be lying. The change was visible within days. The little things that have a habit of collecting took up more room than I'd imagined and the fear and confusion they created were more exponential than their right. The kipper started to disappear and my space cleared. My nerves settled and and my sight expanded.

    I tried to limit it to a tiny cupboard in my room (the picture above), it's ambitious, but there you go, I'm an ambitious type of gal! And as it starts to collect again, I look around and tell myself, 'every little bit counts' and I imagine saying it to someone who wants to do something to make a change... To someone giving charity whether of their time, money, things etc. And I feel much better. I feel like I am finally healing myself, with the words, importance and love I use in an attempt to heal others.
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