Sometimes decluttering makes me feel like my head is going to explode.
I can be going along, using all of my well-developed (from excessive amounts of experience) decluttering methods and plowing through the mess when BAM.
My entire body seizes up and my head begins to pound. I’ve run across something that doesn’t easily give me a first reaction of yes or no. My brain is immediately flooded with memories of all the times I’ve picked up that item, seen its flaws, and decided to keep it anyway.
Generally, these items have good qualities. And bad ones. The good qualities make me want to keep the item, but the bad ones keep me from actually using it.
I could agonize.
I could ask myself a series of questions.
I could call my mother for advice.
But when a girl like me is working on a project like the one I’m currently working on, she doesn’t have time for all that jazz.
So yesterday, I decided that if I pick up an item and my brain immediately starts to bubble and fizz and threaten to explode, it’s gone.
No questions, no analyzing, no angst. Let my physical reaction decide for me.
For example, this shirt. This shirt that I bought only a few months ago and wore one time. One time. And I felt cute that one time.
But that one time was right before I figured out what was causing holes to appear on the front of many of my tops. It was the belt I was wearing with jeans. I’ve stopped wearing that belt, and I threw away many of its victims.
But this top was difficult to pitch simply because it still felt new. I know it isn’t logical to keep something that can’t be used, but logic is sometimes hard to come by in my world.
So as a trained actor, taught to “act on instinct” I decided to pull out an old stage concept and immediately act upon this feeling that wells up in my heart/chest/brain when these difficult decisions present themselves. Act upon it by getting rid of whatever item causes these feelings.
So “I just don’t KNOW” becomes “Bye bye!”
No holey shirt is worth a head explosion.