Reign of Rhonda: Uncomfortable in Abundance

At this point where I'm realizing I need help getting rid of stuff b/c I can't afford the time it consumes maintaining it. 

Do I need a new hairstyle? A haircut?  An empty room? An escape? A new schedule? Sleep walking through daily motions, needing somewhere safe.  I'm assuming the nature of a different mammal.

I'm attached to the comfort of having my phone in hand, this house to romp around in, somewhere to leave from and return to thats familiar. 

When that balance in thrown off by outside influence that also need a point to revolve around, Im still.