First--Seeing it. Next--Divesting myself of it.
Stuff. Stuff to shed. Like a snake sheds his old skin. There's no good reason to have so many items in my humble abode.
I know this strange algamation is all I have in the world, but I don't require it to go on. The old anxiety about never having enough may finally be over.
Plan a trip to the dump, and recycling center (is there such a thing?), to the thrift store, to the second hand clothing store.
create piles, sort, decide
Find new ways of containing the things you love and need. Keep only the things that are useful or beautiful. Preferably both.
I am now officially hyperventilating.