Six years ago she didn't have to deal with this.
The room appeared spotless,
Void of distractions,
Her stuff was so well hidden even she couldn't find it!
Then life changed...
Now there was a pile of stuff in the middle of the room.
It wasn't as big of a pile as it was six years ago.
Most of the bigger items had been put in their proper place.
There was progress,
But she longed for the day when the stuff would magically disappear.
She knew that seldom happens...
The responsibility was hers.
She'd tackle it all eventually,
But, good golly, how did she accumulate so much stuff?!