I used to think clutter
was something I could box up📦
old receipts, tangled cords,
photos saved twice
on a glowing screen.

But clutter can breathe.
It can talk.
It can fill calendars
and quiet moments
before we notice they are gone.

I collected people
the way others collect things📑
not out of carelessness,
but out of love,
and a very human fear
of being alone.

So I said yes.
I stayed connected.
I filled the spaces
with voices and faces,
with conversations that mattered,
with moments that did too.

And yet, somewhere along the way,
my life grew crowded—
not with the wrong people,
but with too many directions at once.
So many connections
that my own thoughts
had to wait their turn.

No space to think.
No quiet to listen.
No pause to notice
what I needed.

This is where clutter lives for meദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )
not in people themselves,
but in the way I forgot
to leave room for myself among them.

So now I am learning
to make space gently.
Not by pushing anyone away,
but by choosing presence
over constant availability.

By honoring the relationships I keep
and also the silence I need.
By remembering that connection
is deeper when it has room to breathe.

Clearing clutter, I’m finding,
is not about having less love❤️
it’s about making space
to feel it fully,
including my own.

May each of you take a moment to reflect:

What areas of your life feel crowded right now, and where might you lovingly make a little more room to breathe?