Restless Clutter

Lately I have had this overwhelming sense that I need to simply my life even more than I have. I find myself wandering from room to room looking in closets and drawers staring at things that used to mean so much that now only take up space. My life has become living for the small pockets of joy I can grab in between the chaotic grip that dysautonomia seems to want to place on my life. I only want to savor the special moments with people I love; the things of this world seem to mean nothing anymore. Either I am restless or being prepared or something that is about to happen...