November 14, 2021
A bad cold crept up on me a couple of days ago. No, it is not covid, but bad enough to leave me dragging and at home. I am tired, stuffed up, headachy, with no energy.
So here I sit on my family room couch, staring at a mound of boxes, the result of decluttering two bedrooms so a construction crew could lay a new floor and paint.
The workers completed their mission. The only furniture in the rooms so far are new beds, delivered and set up. So now it is my turn. The rooms are clean, and appear spacious without the clutter of books, knick-knacks, and years of accumulated stuff.
Now comes the hard part.
I must put the rooms together again, minus most of the clutter. The question becomes: what to do with years of collected things?
As I dig through boxes, memories leap to the forefront of my mind. Where I bought or someone gifted me a picture, a quilt, a book – items I don’t need but enjoy staring at…temporarily.
There are decluttering mantras that are supposed to help me create order from chaos.
Less is more – well, yes, but that doesn’t help me decide what to get rid of.
Does it bring joy? I guess temporarily when I look at and remember the backstory of various items. But how often will I go off on a nostalgia trip?
I will need this tomorrow. Honestly, I doubt I will ever need 90%, maybe 95%, of the items removed from the rooms.
I will NOT need this tomorrow. It is amazing how we can get along without a lot of things we thought we needed. My closet and the rest of my house overflows with items enjoyable and convenient, but unnecessary. A lot of the items are dust collectors, simply taking up space. The result is an unnecessary, useless mess.
A fast cull is a good cull. Go with your first impression – keep, throw out, give away, but I too often immediately have second thoughts.
Set goals to accomplish hourly, daily, until the job is done. Sounds good, but when overwhelmed with a bad cold, it is tough getting off the couch. Just thinking about the task ahead exhausts me.
It was interesting to reveal surfaces not seen in a very long time. I want to turn over a new leaf, inspired by clean, open, light-filled, and welcoming space.
Once the job is done, the next question surfaces: how long will the rooms stay clean, open, light-filled, and welcoming?
I don’t think a long time. I will take pictures to remind me of what was, for a short period of time, almost ideal. But I have a suspicion the rooms will never reach that exalted place my mind imagines.
Meanwhile…the work awaits. Now it’s naptime.