The decluttering side has cookies, but you probably don’t want them
I love to declutter my space. I fling stuff into boxes and bags with a sort of wild abandonment, and my heart radiates with joy as I watch my rooms magically become tidier and better-ordered.
Decluttering, however, has a darkside. Sometimes you find stuff. Evil stuff.
Like checks for very large sums of money that are far too old to ever, ever be deposited.
And, sometimes, hamburgers from last year.