I started this blog a few months ago, in August. But last fall (over a year ago now), I got really serious. I was incredibly frustrated, consistently at the verge of tears, and was truly considering buying a shovel and renting a u-haul.
I couldn’t handle the clutter anymore. I had so much stuff that any attempt at organization was temporary because the “stuff” would just creep back into piles. I had tried the Flylady thing, only to become overwhelmed and start ignoring her emails.
The problem was the stuff. So I began clearing it out. I parked the van in the driveway and started moving the clutter into the garage. This is probably about the same time when I stopped regularly going to garage sales. I was seeing so much junk that I had brought into my home and had never used. I couldn’t let myself bring anymore in, and I knew that my self control when it came to bargains was very weak.
The reason I’m thinking about this is that it hit me last week that it was the first Saturday in December last year that I had a HUGE garage sale. Around here, people have, and go to, garage sales all year round, so I just had to get it done. It was an emotional experience. A friend asked if she could put a few things in, and I said sure. I then called her the night before to explain that I needed to ask in advance for forgiveness if I freaked out at the garage sale. I didn’t want anything to stand in the way of me purging all of this stuff from my life. I was literally ready to give the stuff away if need be. I scared her, but she was also supportive.
Since then, I had another garage sale in the spring, and I could easily have another one any day now. I’m a little concerned that the neighbors might never speak to me if I do.
It’s embarrassing how much stuff I have in my house that is unnecessary. This is gross, so forgive me, but it makes me think of a friend who described her son after he had tubes put in his ears. She couldn’t believe how much stuff drained out and kept draining out, and really thought his head should shrink with all of it gone. Disgusting I know. But that’s how I feel. This stuff is like infection. I have to get it out. Like his ears, with each item gone, I feel pressure lifted. I had become so used to the pressure, that I didn’t even really know it was there, but the absence of it provides such relief.
I’m nowhere near done. This blog has been a very positive step in the direction of maintaining. The clutter is a huge part of the problem, but the clutter happened because of my lack of organization and complete inconsistency in keeping my home under control.
So, in marking this anniversary, I’m excited to see real and true progress. My home is very different than it was a year ago. It could easily go back, though, so I must develop these daily habits that I’m working on.