Jun 20 2008
Brutal Decluttering
Last week, before I left on vacation, I went crazy decluttering. I think by now, people are going to think that my house is one big clutter-ville. It’s not. But I have a lot of stuff, in closets, in drawers, etc…upon first glance, it’s all neat and tidy and wonderful but I still have boxes and bins and drawers that are holding things for me that I just don’t need anymore.
I spent the first little while of this decluttering bonanza thinking what a fool I have been to have kept any of these things, to have held onto things that have little or no value to me anymore. Then I realized it. That is just it. They don’t hold value to me anymore. It was okay to keep them when they did mean something to me and it’s okay to part with them now because they don’t. Whether it’s tablecloths that I once loved but just aren’t my style anymore or shoes that aren’t practical for my life today, or clothes that are too big, too small, too whatever. I have these things because at some point in time, I loved them. I don’t have to beat myself up for having accumulated or kept them to begin with.
As I grow, my priorities and tastes will change. Things that I have today will probably be brutally slashed from my home on another declutter purge in the future. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have the things I have or keep what matters to me today. So as I continue to shift and change and want different things for my life, it’s okay to get rid of stuff that I spent money on, even stuff with only sentimental value. One day, I thought it was important to hold onto old letters from friends. I got rid of a lot of them. Not because they don’t mean anything to me today, but they mean less to me today, and I am learning and turning into someone that would rather hold onto memories than words. Think of the laughter with friends in place of the words we wrote to each other when we were little.
I also think of my mother, who is in the very laborious process of going through dozens of boxes that are her mom’s. Because not much is labeled, my mom has to assume that it all means something to her and is afraid to get rid of anything. I don’t want someone someday to go through my things and feel the need to hold onto something that means nothing to me simply because I couldn’t take the time and care to only keep around me things that make me happy and mean something to me. I am marking my photos with names and dates. I am only keeping photos that bring a smile to my face. It doesn’t lessen the value of what I don’t keep. But I am being brutal. I only want around me things that if I am not here tomorrow, someone can go through my things and know who I am and what I value by looking at them.








