This year has been the year of cleaning out for me. I’ve been on a mission to declutter and throw out, give away, burn, or otherwise dispose of all the excess I’ve been carrying around for way too long. Remember when I gave away almost all of my clothes? Looking back at that post, I realized it’s been more than a year that I’ve been on this mission.
Of course, I walk away from the mission for months at a time while I’m busy doing other things, but I’m back on it and this time I’m going to finish. The above pictured pesky corner is one of a number of spots that I’ve neglected where papers and piles and assorted things grow wildly, multiply, and spread out like noxious weeds. (I was already halfway through working on that bookcase when I took the photo. I filled up five trash bags in that corner, mostly off the bookcase–not books, stacks and folders of old papers.) I also need to go through my closet again, and this time throw out more than clothes.
I need to attack the attic, that contains boxes I’ve been carrying around, otherwise untouched, since I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 18 years old. Even I am not interested in the minutia of my life going that far back.
My dresser drawers could use a good combing through and disposal, too.
And my kitchen cabinets and the pantry, where items I never use hide or topple and generally take up space that could be used for things I care about and actually use.
No clipping of an article I wrote for a newspaper in 1990 or rusted muffin pan will go unturned–or untrashed. I’m going to be ruthless. Otherwise, what happens to all this stuff stuff stuff? One day you’re gone and your kids have to back a truck up to the door.
When I die, my children will have nothing to do but decide who gets the dehydrator and who gets the cheese press. What more could they ask for than less? Oh, wait. Money. Oh, well! They can’t have everything!