The Kind of Clutter You Can’t See

Not all clutter lives in cupboards. Sometimes it settles in the corners of our minds, quietly asking to be released.

Dear You,

I remember when my role as a caregiver ended.

I looked around at what was left—not the person, not the love, not the connection—but the stuff. The material reminders of a life that had changed. And I thought: if I could just clear it all, maybe I’d feel okay again.

But I was wrong.

Because the real clutter wasn’t in the cupboards.
It was in my mind.
In the expectations I carried.
In the material reminders I hadn’t been ready to release.
In the stories I had wrapped around who I was supposed to be.
In the grief I hadn’t yet given space to.

This week, I’m exploring what it means to truly simplify—not just on the outside, but within.

Because peace isn’t a luxury anymore.
It’s a necessity.

Challenge time:
What are you holding—not in your hands, but in your heart—that’s quietly asking to be released?

Still here,
Carolyn