I wrote a break up letter to my stuff a while back. I had great intentions. I still do. Life Happens. I look back as a way to see where I have been and where I am going. I took a class this week on Decluttering. Man, so many people are dealing with this issue. I know I have made progress since then, but I have a long way to go. But I feel like I have more tools now.
Progress has been made. My home is lighter than it has been in a long time. Life keeps happening. I still want to clear and clean. To let go of stuff. It is getting easier. I have been playing the Minimalist Game, reading great books like Marie Kondo’s The Life Changing Magic Of Tidying Up, and making guidelines for myself. I am learning how to break up with my stuff.
I am building my declutter muscle by moving things out. I am tempted to be stuck in the mud of too much, overwhelming crap, and inertia. The overwhelm is the hardest. I feel so ashamed when I look around and see the stuff all around that I haven’t a clue how to move along. What do you do with a dead BBQ? Things that were expensive? Could that be recycled or re-purposed? And what to do about the crap of others? Do you feel me?
I am learning to be more gentle with myself and to let it flow. It is a process and it won’t happen over night. And it won’t happen at all if no action is taken. Maybe if I work on my stuff, it will be contagious? I’d love to think that I can some how help my family avoid the ordeal of too much stuff. Recognizing that stuff effects me and my home was been a catalyst for change. I want a life of more. More hiking, more time, more love, more joy. I believe that as I clear out the clutter, those things will come rushing in. And in case you haven’t noticed, there is more to it this than just the stuff.
I gotta go, I have some knitting to do.