For the past two yrs, one of my new yr resolutions has been to declutter my mind and possessions.
Decluttering my mind has been going well. For me, this means eliminating the negativity and focus on the simple, happy moments in life. I am most happy when we do family things on the weekends, like gardening, going to the market to buy dinner ingredients, strolling Zoey through the park. This also means not to worry about petty things and learn how to ‘choose my battles.’ Is it worth it for me to feel this way? To get worked up? 99% of the time, the answer is no.
However, decluttering my possessions has been a bit of a challenge. You see, I have a problem of letting go. Letting go of anything! If I have a scrap piece of fabric, I will stash it in my scrap box. I mean, who knows WHEN I will need it for something?! Does it matter if 99.9% of the time I will never ever use it again?
One of the most classic examples is my separation anxiety from magazines. Magazines that I only skim through once and don’t like to revisit again or sometimes haven’t even crack open.
In the ideal world, I can always fall back on them on a rainy day, flipping through the fashion pages while sipping my cappuccino. Has this happened yet? No, but it MIGHT. Can many of you relate? Please say yes so I can tell my husband that I am not abnormal.
My little growing Teavana collection. This I can’t get rid off. How can I, when I haven’t tried all the flavors that I bought?
In all seriousness, I do want to conquer this part of my resolution. I strive for a clutter free space yet our home is full of stuff that we don’t need or have way too many of. Perhaps, we just need a bigger house?! That might actually be the answer. Then I can have a place for EVERYTHING that I hoard.
But since I don’t live in that mansion right now I will start by getting rid of the magazines…once I scan through them one more time (many of them, for the first time) so I can have the peace of mind that I’m not throwing out any issues I love. Baby steps. I will get there, give me time.
Til next post, Kellie.