Today (because all it does is rain here in NoVA) we attacked the finished attic room that we use for TV and storage. Since we moved in almost 7 years ago, we have piled things up, left unsorted boxes laying around, the usual crap. Everytime I went upstairs I felt tired and dusty and overwhelmed. First round today we made a large give away pile: old gym bags with broken zippers, never played old time games like Pictionary, soccer cleats, etc. Then filled 2 trash bags of useless, broken, whatever stuff. Moved everything out from the low edges of the room, vacuumed, dusted, and put boxes back in some order. Still lots of boxes to go through and sort (DH has all his uniforms from the Navy, even though he retired 5 years ago), tons of "memory" papers (do I need that musuem guide from Tokyo?).
Didn't move us towards FIRE, but there's lots more clean floor, and it felt like progress.
ETA: of course in one dusty pile I found a forgotten "decluttering" book. Guess I'll read that tonight...