I was going to start writing this post first thing in the morning. I wasn’t sure what to write about, but figured it would come to me when I started. A bit of catching up, something simple.
But I didn’t make it to the computer all morning. I was going to do a little bit of cleaning in the living room before I started and then it took me all morning.
During those chaotic weeks , there just wasn’t enough time to do more than just a quick bit of vacuuming (that’s what I planned to do this morning too). It’s likely that there are some dust bunnies building up when you ‘clean’ like that. And there’s the decluttering I’m doing.
I don’t like that word very much. Because it’s not really clutter that I’m dealing with. The clutter is long gone in our home. These are all things that are somehow important to me. But it’s a fact that there are too many of those things.
It’s very unnerving to help with somebody else’s move to a new (smaller) home. Or at least it is when you’re like me, always thinking beyond the surface. Because, after wondering about the amount of ‘stuff’ somebody else is holding on to and thinking how they could easily part with a lot of it, I realized that in the crooks and crannies of my home there is a lot of ‘stuff’ that other people might think I could easily part with too.
And so, I have started to sort through all my closets and I actually am parting with a lot of it.
That’s great (because it feels good to let go of stuff), exhausting (because I’m constantly making hard decisions) and very dusty (since I didn’t clean very well lately).
Oh well, we’re almost there. Right now I even have two empty shelves in my living room closet. That sounds better than it is, because I also have two cupboards that I want out of the house and what’s in there will never fit on those two shelves. But it’s a start. And upstairs it begins to feel like a bedroom, instead of having to sleep in a combined office/walk-in closet. I am doing well decluttering.
If only it was that easy to declutter my mind. My mind is very full. Besides all the sorting and cleaning, there are taxes to be done, a daughter needing help one her studying (we’re sort of homeschooling at the moment) and two stories I write when I have a little time to spare. Or at least I’m thinking about those stories while doing other things. Two at once. Not really efficient. Those stories are getting tangled in my mind. But that’s okay. Both the main characters are very good at organizing.
I’m not sure if those characters inspired my decluttering or the other way around. I guess that’s just the way I write. Both inspired by and inspiring for my own life.