I am on a mission! It is so refreshing to comb through the clutter and live a more organized life! I picked up Peter Walsh’s new book It’s All Too Much: An Easy Plan for Living a Richer Life With Less Stuff from the library and I am so inspired!
(By the way, if you are not a library enthusiast, consider using the library instead of purchasing books. I’m sure the major book sellers would cringe, but I have read so many wonderful books that I would never have spent the money on. And I’m even convincing my book lover husband to explore the library before buying. We still buy some books, but not as many and we really enjoy reading lots of cool stuff for free! Not to mention - less stuff to store around the house!)
I am not a hoarder by nature, but I did inherit some hoarding tendencies. I still have dried roses that my husband gave me when we were dating – some almost 13 years old! And they aren’t just buried in the basement either. No, there is a serving bowl full in one of my kitchen cabinets, right behind mugs and coffee filters, stuff I use everyday. Here is 13 year old trash eating up prime storage space, all because I am emotionally attached to them. Or rather I was attached to them. I plan to pitch them as soon as I complete this post!
But it’s the lazy clutter that gets me most: the stuff that I had intended to do something with but just set down somewhere for the time being. Suddenly it begins to accumulate, and then it becomes a part of the landscape and I don’t see it anymore. I know I’m not alone here but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to work on it. So I’m on a mission to go around and look at what I’m ignoring and deal with it. It is taking a long time, but I hope that by spring, I’ll be a new woman!
(And I stopped and threw out those roses already! I feel so liberated!)
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Congrats on tossing those roses! Did you shed any tears, or was it pretty painless once you decided to do it?
I'm definitely not a hoarder by nature; on the contrary, I tend to be pretty merciless when it comes to throwing or giving stuff away. I do, however, become oddly, kind of sick-ly attached to places. I've sobbed uncontrollably when closing the door for the last time to each of my former abodes. All of my former workspaces -- classrooms included -- hold very special, sentimental places in my heart. I've even had to fight off twinges of tears when leaving condos at the beach that we've stayed in for a mere week. Weird, I know. (I can't imagine what it's going to be like when we one day move from this house, the home where we've lived these precious early child-rearing days...I shudder to think!)
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