I must quote my favorite organizing guru, FlyLady:
"Your house didn't get messy in a day, and it won't get clean in a day either."
(My Sweetie says Weight Watchers has a similar saying about how long it took the weight to get there in the first place.)
I am continuing my hour a day of decluttering the house-I-don't-currently-live-in. The garage sale pile continues to grow. This week's decluttering zone is the Master Bedroom. You would think, for a house I haven't lived in for more than a year, there wouldn't be any of my stuff in the master bedroom. You would be wrong. I ventured into the closet today. Items that are now gone: dark green shoe polish; a black velvet blazer I have never worn; 2 Halloween costumes; a flannel sheet that doesn't fit any bed in the house; and on it goes...
I invoked the above quote at the end of my hour: I am often so excited about the progress I am making that I am tempted to move into other rooms, to open more drawers and cabinets, to go out to the *gasp* garage. But that is mission creep. I am learning to identify when my clear thinking and feelings of success lead me to try and take on too much. I start out with a good idea, but it grows and grows until it is just too much of a good thing.
I found one intriguing box in the garage but decided, "I can work on it another day." Yay! No mission creep. Just slow, steady progress. Baby steps, so I don't burn out on this.