It makes a mess, this decluttering.
You have to pull stuff out of wherever it’s been, look at it, decide about it, then stash it somewhere until it’s time to dispose of it. There’s dust involved, and sometimes mold or larvae or…
It’s a decision indeed to tackle a cluttered house by spreading a mess all over the uncluttered surfaces; especially when you know it’ll all have to be cleared off again by supper time.
I thought about this while sitting in a line of stopped car ovens idling in the broiling brilliance of the summer sun. Heavy logging equipment was dealing with a drought-killed (last year) grove of sugar pines whose carcasses threaten power lines and access routes.
Miserable and irritated as I might have been, visions of imprisonment by those inflamed skeletons during future fires served to release my tension.
Decluttering is hard, inconvenient, and messy. On the other hand, unaddressed clutter may very well find a way to take care of itself in ways you’d rather it wouldn’t.