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Update: I've started my own blog about this. If anyone is interested in following it here is the link: http://clearupcheerup.wordpress.com/
I've been wanting to start a blog of my own, so now here's my chance. I will be writing about my experiences as I sort through my stuff (both physical and emotional), and what it means to me to chuck it. My first post is up. I hope you enjoy it!
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I've been desperately feeling the weight of my clutter lately, and have been searching for ways to freshen up my life.
So, in an effort to change things up I recently bought some new sofas, and threw out my older ones (my beloved Big Red and Little Red). I have a tendancy to get attached to physical belongings and often even name things I get attached to (my new car is named Roxy and I haven't even picked it up yet). Well, finally letting to of Big and Little Red felt good, like a wight had lifted. Looking around my apartment I realize my summer house guest is right, I have TOO MUCH Clutter! It's time to get busy.
I was passing by the local bookshop and felt compelled to stop in yesterday. There on the shelf, staring me down, was a book called "Throw Out Fifty Things" by Gail Blanke. I snapped it up, and read through the introduction and chapter one over a beer yesterady after work. I am fully hooked and inspired. She has a website: www.throwoutfiftythings.com where you can download worksheets and report your progress. I might even blog about this. Letting go of the old clutter, both physical and emotional, will open up your life to receive new and exciting things.
The Author's mantra is "If you want to grow, let it go".
So, does anyone want to grow with me? Let's throw stuff out together!
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Definitely count me in! I come from a family of hoarders ...yes, just like that TV show ... my grandmother, mother, and one brother. When grandma passed away I had to help clear her house (I was 16 at the time). She literally had narrow pathways through the house between mountains of "stuff." She was the sort that could never pass up a good sale - one bedroom was filled to the ceiling with unopened boxes of greeting cards, for example.
The experience scarred me for life, I'm pretty sure. I do have a tendency to bring "stuff" home that I don't really need, but periodically (about every six months) I'll walk into the house, stop dead, and exclaim "where did all this %$#@ come from?!" That triggers a "fling open the trash bin lid and have a massive clear-out" binge.
I'm there right now. Garbage can is standing by my front door with the lid open. Time to de-clutter (again)!
Jen, I had a similar experience in 2005 when I had a cousin pass away suddenly. He was a bachelor and I was the only family living close by. The first time I walked into his house was after he had passed (he would always visit us and now I why) it was just like your grandmother's. There was only a narrow path from the front door to the kitchen from the kitchen through the great room to his bedroom. The attic was packed to the rafters and thank goodness he didn't have a basement. His sister took a leave of absence from her job. It took both of us together over a year to go through everything and clear the house.
Unfortunately, a year later his sister had to do the same thing when her father, my uncle passed away.
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