Lately my mind has been overactive on issues of self-esteem, blogging, small business, creating, fears, changes, babies, my eyes, great friends, average friends, family members getting old and health. It reminds me of the times as a teenager when I’d go to sleep with my arm hanging over the bed scribbling notes in a journal or laying there staring at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on my ceiling as I pondered life. I am pretty happy with my physical pursuits of minimalism at the moment. I’m turning my attention to the mental and emotional side of decluttering. Slowly the mumble jumble is sorting itself into little concepts or actions to be dealt with. I’m working on sweeping away all that clutter in my mind.