In the last year, I have decreased my clutter by at least 60% (if not more). Today, while cleaning up Christmas decorations, I got rid of another box full of ornaments and decorations I haven’t displayed in years. Last week, I emptied my closet of 6 bags of clothes and shoes (and this is after getting rid of 12 bags the year before when we moved). I also have another box of old plates and decorative dishes ready to go out. I know I still have quite a bit of work to do, but I’m on the right track. The more I simplify, the happier I am.
I have a lot of “insulation” falling away. There’s nothing wrong with having things. There’s nothing wrong with having more than one thing. There is something wrong with opening a box after I’ve moved it twice and it hasn’t been opened in 7 years and it’s not something I plan on passing on to my children (like the deteriorating antique German Bible).
Jene’ and I have talked about this a lot lately, but just as I insulated myself with weight to protect myself emotionally, I insulated myself with things to keep from having to deal with my life. Now that I’m dealing with my life, I don’t need all the things. Seems simple, but it took a lifetime to get here.
Today, as I opened box after box and screamed, “what is this crap?!” and “why in the world would I keep this?” I found it easy to put the crap in the discard pile. There are still things in my life that might have to be pried from my cold, dead fingers, but the totality of it might actually fit in my cold, dead fingers now.
The more I morph from the old me to the new me (Sassy), the more I rejoice that I can leave more of the old me behind both literally and figuratively.
Someday, I’ll probably be cleaning and still saying, “why do I still have this?!” but for now I’ll be content that I can now do a somersault on my closet floor.