When I say I have the piles, I am talking about clutter constipation. My house renovation (therefore my studio renovation, since they are in and on the same property) is at a standstill and finishing the trim work and building in the shelves is on hold. The place is more than livable, except for piles of boxes full of stuff waiting for a home stacked up in every room.
I keep emptying boxes looking for stuff that has a home (putting it up), don't need now, but will (goes back in a box), and get it out of here shit. Now that is two piles by itself, garbage (out the door) and salable (stacked in the closet that is finished). The good thing is that every time I go through the boxes, I get more honest with myself.
On the second and third round of un-boxing I find more garbage and salable. Garbage like broken bits and pieces I thought I could use in a mixed media project (never happened and honestly never going to happen). Salable items from the 2,000 passions I have pursued in my lifetime (which honetly will never do again or never did in the first place, just collected the resources). Last but not least, the stuff people have given me (they thought I could use it, would want it, needed it for some reason) and I have kept out of guilt.
Eleven moves in 18 years, starting with the peak of 5200 sq/ft dream home - down to 1620 sq/ft home + 288 sq/ft screened room/storage shed, has left a littered trail of discards. The end results of which I can honestly say, don't miss any of it. Just last night I saw the cutest little 580 sq/ft house in the woods...