Can a former pack rat really condense a house and basement full of stuff into what will fit in one RV? Only time will tell. But by jove, I love a good challenge, and I’m stubborn, and I’m driven. But I’m also tired, sad, and a little lonely…good heavens, this is hard. It’s only day 12!!!
The basement is ready for people to come invade it and pay me $1 per item. I’m ready to reduce the amount of stuff I’m clinging on to like a life preserver. Because really? Everything I thought I needed isn’t keeping me afloat, it’s dragging me down in a thousand subtle ways. Whenever my resolve breaks just a little, I have Bono on itunes standby so he can sing the lyrics to ‘Stuck In A Moment’ to me:
“And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it’s tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don’t really need now
My, oh my
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it”
Oh, how did you know, Bono?! I am stuck in a moment, I’m stuck in a million little moments…tiny shoes, little stuffed animals, board books, baby toys… I’ve got to get myself together! I don’t need all those things. I keep one or two, then give the rest away, because I have memories and pictures, I don’t need the stuff as well.
I can’t say that I’ve found zen in the midst of this decluttering and disconnecting. It’s a hard process for a hoarder like me. But I have at least disconnected, so when I look at my basement I’m mostly angry by all this crap I now have to deal with. I just want to get rid of it, not from a place of peace but from a place of frenetic energy. My goal is to get the house on the market so our family can be together again. All this stuff is in my way. I just want to get it gone.
This drive to simplify is manifesting itself in interesting ways totally unrelated to cleaning house. I woke up a few mornings ago, started dealing with my hair, and was all, “What is UP with all this unnecessary HAIR?!!! WHY do I have all this superfluous HAIR to deal with?!” and 12 hours later (thanks to an accomodating hairstylist) it was all chopped off.
Additionally, one morning I was washing my hands and was all, “What is UP with these wedding rings? WHY do I have TWO of them?! I can’t stand having superfluous RINGS on my FINGERS!!!” And so now this:
has become this:
And I love it so much more. Just looking down and seeing a nice, plain, simple band of gold. Nothing fancy, nothing jazzy, nothing blingy, nothing superfluous. Just a wedding band. I’m sure one of these days I’ll put the engagement ring back on, it is awfully pretty and set in a Tiffany setting that hubby picked out because that’s my name. But not anytime soon. Simplify is the order of the day.
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