After my daily reflection and journaling time this morning, my plan was to get on with the clearing but I just couldn’t work out where I wanted to start. I was going to go into the garage but it was too cold so I went upstairs to continue with the study.
I popped into my daughter’s room first to see what she was doing and she was in the middle of tidying up. She seemed a bit frustrated about not having anywhere to put things which reminded me that all of my large plastic boxes of photos were still taking up half of her built in wardrobe. I started to take them out and drag them into the hallway, but realised that I had nowhere to put them at the moment.
This was when my whole mood changed and I started to feel fed up. I think she sensed this and very sensibly but firmly told me not to take them out of her wardrobe if I was only going to put them in everyone’s way in the upstairs hallway. I knew that she was right because I was thinking the same thing, so we put them back in her wardrobe.
I went to the study to start sorting out the clutter but I was no longer in the mood. I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than my garage aka “my cluttered hideaway”.
In the safety of my cluttered hideaway
I put on my coat, gloves and woolly hat and went outside to the garage. I knew that I needed to be alone; not influenced by anyone else and what they were doing. Being in my cluttered hideaway really helps me get through it all, because in there, I have so much to throw away so I can make actual progress. In the house I sometimes struggle if I’m not in the mood for making decisions.
When I first stood in the centre of the garage, I hadn’t quite lost the ‘fed up’ feeling but as soon as I switched on the ‘Clutter Chronicles’ podcast (as mentioned in my last post) and it was like listening to someone who understood how I was feeling. I’m up to episode 34 now. It’s just a conversation in the background but it motivated me similar to the way music does when I’m feeling low.
Armed with a bin bag and a charity bag, I picked things up one by one… putting them in the relevant open bags and throwing any recycling outside. I spent around four hours in there (including a few breaks, of course).
Some boxes are just filled with a lot of puff and wind
What I found today was that as I sort through boxes that have been tossed in there but not packed very well, they contain a lot of dead space, nothingness, or just ‘puff and wind’ (as my mum says when she’s referring to something not very substantial). I like those kind of boxes and I found a few of those today. The contents can be easily re-sorted into other boxes (putting ‘like’ items together) or put straight in the rubbish bag or charity bag. After that, the box can be gleefully tossed outside ready for recycling. Boxes like that also require very little decision making. I like those!
The progress I was making made me feel so good that the first couple of hours went really quickly. I called my mum for a chat for the third hour of sorting and then for the final hour I tidied up the pathways in the garage, flattened the empty cardboard boxes and got back into the warm house for a nice cup of tea and some well-earned snacks (two biscuits and three segments of Terrys chocolate orange).
All in all, a very productive day, and I’ve still got half of the weekend left for more clearing.
Until next time…