Finished Your Spacious Self and have begun reading a bit of Emily Freeman's A Million Little Things in its place. I find that if I make serious time for my devotions after tea, and add a book to think about after that reading, there's something to study on in my head during the day.
And about that de-cluttering---I'm prone to get distracted, put things down before I'm finished and then I leave a trail. I'm (at my age, imagine) now learning to pick up something once, use it and then put it away. Life changing, let me tell you. I have to make a concerted effort to not forget. Oh my. This lesson should have been learned years ago.
And I can't stress enough the importance of doing even one tiny thing, picking up one morsel of something and putting it away or tossing it. One bit of paper, a bobby pin, a feather or floating bit of dog hair. Pick it up and deal with it right then. I think my depression has allowed me to be more piggish than I'd ordinarily be. I'd see something and think, "Oh, who cares?" and then walk away.
Today I swept underneath the treadmill and don't tell me that's a pleasant chore. Speaking of dog hair, and shoes. The combination of the two is very unpleasant!
Sweeping, my new favorite thing. And with our vacuum on the fritz, very necessary. Sweeping has a tendency to clear a muddled mind, and you get such fast results. Very partial to that chore.
Have a good day. Rest, and take care of yourself.
