I confess to have not written in some time. I tend to write as the mood takes me, so I suppose that I am not nearly as dedicated an author as I should be. Not only that, but writing about the past can be difficult. It forces one to look at behaviours that I am not proud of, as well as being so close to the wounds that I have endured as well as inflicted, that it is just darn hard to face.
Time will heal as always, and I am confident that I will have another epiphany and be able to carry on with the narrative.
In the meantime, something completely different, so that I can at least say that, yes, I have updated this blog.
I had coffee with a neighbour the other day, and we got to discussing clutter and how our lives become weighted down with ‘things’.
She told me that she’s having a garage sale at the end of the month, to sell some things that she doesn’t want any longer.
I said, “I always feel so ‘free’ when I sort through things, and get rid of stuff.”
“Yes,” she replied, “it’s as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”
We sipped our coffee.
I mentioned that I’d cleared out my linen closet recently – part of my spring cleaning project – and found two dozen or so spare pillowcases. No sheets to match. No reason for keeping them. I truly do not know how I ended up collecting them. I suppose that, over the years, sheets wore out, and the pillowcases were ‘still good’ so I didn’t donate them or throw them away.
Spring is the perfect time to reduce clutter. There’s the promise of warm summer days, spent in the sunshine, or at least out on the balcony. What better time than now to reduce the ‘things’ in one’s life?
I love to watch “Hoarders” which is on television every Sunday morning here. I am always amazed at the clutter in these people’s homes. Sad too, make no mistake.
My (step) mother in law was a hoarder. We had quite the experience, when she was getting ready to move from her home to a seniors’ residence. The television was always on, tuned to the Shopping Channel – she watched TV at night, when she couldn’t sleep, and ordered whatever she thought she needed.
When we helped her sort out her closets, we tried our best to have her reduce her collection of jackets, skirts and pants. She tended to order one item in every colour available. It was very difficult for her to let go of these things, even though the senior’s lodge would have limited space for her clothing.
She saved facial tissue boxes when empty. She would cut them into pieces, and use them for note pads. The same with cigarette packages.
I believe that because she grew up during the Depression, it had some effect on her behaviour. We did, with a lot of coaxing, get her moved successfully.
I think it is healthy and necessary to occasionally take stock of one’s life.
This includes closets, of course, but also one’s friendships and habits.
I have had the privilege of reconnecting with a friend from long ago, which has been a positive thing. At the same, time there are people in my life that I question as to whether or not it is time to let go, and set them free, as well as me.
To simplify one’s life can, indeed, be freeing and that is always a good thing.
I have been doing this, in a small way, ever since my husband passed away from lung cancer, in the summer of 2017.
I found that small steps are the best way for me to cope.
Do whatever is best for you! But try to declutter and see how you feel, as you do this!
“I do believe in simplicity. It is astonishing as well as sad, how many trivial affairs even the wisest thinks he must attend to in a day; how singular an affair he thinks he must omit. When the mathematician would solve a difficult problem, he first frees the equation of all encumbrances, and reduces it to its simplest terms. So simplify the problem of life, distinguish the necessary and the real. Probe the earth to see where your main roots run.” ~ Henry David Thoreau