Four on the Floor

I decided to work around my irritation with world events and get on with taking care of some of the things that I can manage.  Like this room for instance.

I've been using it to place things when I'm cleaning up other spaces.  Even Marie Kondo would be furious with me. Here's another view:

This is a result of several things - stuff I brought home from my parents' place when trying to help my dad clean out my mom's things; half-hearted attempts to clean out the file cabinet and get rid of it; ambivalence about keeping the overload of art and small objects I've acquired over my life.

I keep the door shut out of shame when people come over.  A visitor recently thought it was the bathroom and almost went in.  Peeing on any of this stuff would not be a big deal at this point.  I want to get rid of a lot of it anyway, even the carpet.

 I'm summoning a lot of my willpower to dedicate a little time each evening to sort this shit out.  I can't stand to even go in this room so it's sort of urgent.  There are some things I need scattered on the floor and I don't even know where to begin.

I've been using stuff like this to give me a spiritual boost. This works too:

Awright, carry on ya twats.