in the past few months i have been embarking on a mission to "clear the clutter" from our lives. i am so tired of my messiness causing unnecessary stress. so i have read like a thousand books, blogs, magazine articles, etc and watched a few episodes of hoarders (ha theres inspiration if i've ever seen it) claiming to be the cure to my problem. but im learning that my problem is so much more than i need to "reorganize" and find a home for my stuff and stick to a plan. i mean i do need to do all those things, but really i think it comes down to me being a lover of stuff. yeesh. who wants to admit to that? i mean most of this stuff in my house is totally meaningless. papers that hold some silly sentimentality that i might want to look at one day. clothes my babies have outgrown, that i want to hang on to "just in case". heck- clothes i have outgrown, that i want to hang on to "just in case". but even more than this particular stuff is the stuff