I think I may have written a post awhile back with this exact same title.  I’m too lazy to check.  But this seems to happen to me a few times a year: my house, especially the master bedroom and closets, gets so cluttered that I become immobile.  I don’t mean that it’s so cluttered that I can’t move (although I suppose it’s getting close to that point), I mean that the clutter is overwhelming and I can’t figure out what to do first.  For instance, I got back from Aruba over two weeks ago and my suitcase is still lying open on the floor, filled with clothes–and that’s the “neat” part of the room.

I think some people can work and live in this situation and not be bothered by it.  To some extent, I fall into this category, and my husband certainly does.  Neither of us are “neat freaks” in any sense of the words and tend toward slobbiness (I think I just made up a word).  I suppose it should be encouraging to me that there is actually a point of messiness beyond which I cannot function.  Well, boys and girls, I think I’ve reached it.

The only solution, I think, is to get a very large Hefty bag and just start throwing stuff in.

The point of this post, I guess, is to say that sometimes the creative process is so delicate that the slightest thing can derail it.  I have been completely unmotivated for weeks, and while part of the problem is all the traveling I’ve been doing, a bigger part of the problem is that I’ve simply not been taking care of myself or my environment.  In a way, this post is the beginning of me trying to get back on track.