{"id":36273,"date":"2018-11-02T09:52:04","date_gmt":"2018-11-02T13:52:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/?p=36273"},"modified":"2018-11-01T11:53:39","modified_gmt":"2018-11-01T15:53:39","slug":"decluttered-room-decluttered-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/2018\/11\/02\/decluttered-room-decluttered-mind\/","title":{"rendered":"Decluttered Room, Decluttered Mind"},"content":{"rendered":"I never took the whole \u201cmessy room means a messy mind\u201d thing seriously when I was growing up, no matter how many times my parents told me to clean my space. But I'm starting to have second thoughts.\r\n\r\nMy room and I have gone through so many different phases together: there was an Egyptology phase, a black-and-red phase, and this really bizarre (and thankfully, very brief) lavender-everything phase that never made much sense. I can't really say what phase I\u2019m in now, just that things are a strange melange of leftovers: my black comforter spills over my \"Egyptian\" gold spray-painted bed frame, a dragon puppet keeps watch over my houseplants, and I think there\u2019s a dagger named Excalibur in my closet somewhere? What?\r\n\r\nA couple months ago,\u00a0I mentioned<\/a> that de-cluttering was a big goal for me. Too many times have I felt like Jennifer Connolly in that one scene from Labyrinth<\/a>.\r\n\r\nWhere to start?<\/strong>\r\n\r\nLike anything, I figured that it\u2019s best to break this single massive task into many smaller ones. Last weekend, I decided to tackle my desk, since it\u2019s my de facto office.\r\n\r\n
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BEFORE<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\nFirst impressions: it\u2019s dusty, there\u2019s random papers everywhere\u2026\r\n\r\nI dusted everything down, shook out snack crumbs from my keyboard, and got rid of those random papers if I could. Whatever I needed to keep got filed away. And bonus: I ended up finding notepads I'd gotten as event freebies.\r\n\r\n
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I WAS NOT BEAMED UP BY ALIENS WHILE TAKING THIS AFTER PHOTO<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\n
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Free paper, yay!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\nI also finally got around to putting my books back on my shelf after I moved them to take this photo:\r\n\r\n
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I had to move these books to my brother's desk to take a picture because sunlight is afraid of entering my bedroom<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\n
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Returned to the shelf<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n\r\nIt\u2019s a bit crowded looking, but I\u2019ve decided to try again at selling some of these textbooks. I\u2019ve gone ahead and created a list of things I want to sell. The mantra of, \u201call you need is less\u201d has been resonating with me ever since I purged my drawers of holey socks. Certain things, like old kid\u2019s toys and clothes, are going to get donated, ideally before the holidays.\r\n\r\nWhile I don\u2019t believe in living in a sterile, orderly environment (I like some<\/em> mess, because it makes my space mine), I do think that clutter can easily get out of control and become mentally overwhelming to deal with. It can affect how you feel about work and studying, especially if clutter has been piling up for very long time like it has for me. At the risk of sounding like your parents: maybe it's time to clean your room?","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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