Clutter makes me angry, sad, anxious, depressed, and not fun to be around. Unlike some things that I don't like, I can't live with clutter. I can't see past it, especially when I'm anxious about anything else - which I know I am right now. It interferes with my daily functions. It paralyzes me. I hate that it owns me like this and maybe some day it won't, but for now, the only cure is to get rid of the clutter. But it keeps coming back. And it's making me nutty. Tonight, I won a small battle, but clutter is definitely winning the war.
On top of and very related to the clutter nuttiness is my need to make sure all of the details of our finances are run as if we could be audited and thrown in jail at any given moment if I don't document every single penny coming in and going out and transferring between, if I don't fix the mistakes that vendors, providers, and others make to keep the imaginary universal checkbook balanced.
I am sure that neither of these issues have anything to do with my need for control, particularly during times of change and upheaval where I may feel just slightly less in control of my world than normal. I'm sensing a trend. If only love truly did make the world go around.
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