Clinging to the clutter

One of my strategies for motivating myself out of chaos of any kind is viewing a mental image of a very orderly homepage. I have no idea where it came from, but it has been with me since at least 2003 when I was walking the Camino between Borges and Leon in northern Spain. On this monotonous stretch of straight road (and fields into the horizons on both sides) I kept getting this mental picture of a nice laid web page which I should make when I came home. The content was of no importance and it never materialized but still I get this feeling of hope when I visualize it. I guess feeling life being chaotic we - I - long for order (margins, lists, headlines, hierarchies, nice images with nice small sentences below, good looking fonts etc.). Looking around my office I know I need to clean up. I'm clinging to clutter not intentional but because every single piece is nice or pretty or important. On my computer desk top there is a million things from the net I just had to download because I would never come back to the place I saw it. It’s all the important articles about all the interesting topics. They could be part of my mental homepage, as sub pages with links to the front page. I get a really good feeling thinking about it. I'm serious.