I created a sanctuary in our bedroom to encourage me to hang out in the room and keep it tidy. If I respect a space, then I won’t want to trash it with yesterday’s clothes. I managed to shove the husband’s old couch up against the window, and I brought it my little Buddhist meditation center-slash-Virgin Mary shrine (Oh sweet compromise that comes with the gift of marriage!). I will admit I haven’t meditated once in that corner, but I have sat on the couch a lot this summer and somehow burned through about a dozen mediocre summer reads. I also cleared out the space under my side of the bed (Husband the Pack Rat could use a little help under his side) and it really is nice to look down and see a clutter-free zone. I do keep a stack of magazines next to the couch and a small tub of collage supplies and journals I’ll never finish, since I am a lady of leisure. Also, comfort clutter is different from regular clutter, I …