Clutter be gone Part one

​Tis' the season to fill your home with all things Xmas and make your OCD friends faint. I have loved all things Xmas since I was a wee elf and have "gathered" ( doesn't sound as bad as hoarded), a few ( doesn't sound as bad as boxes & boxes),  holiday decorations. I am sitting here now looking around my living room thinking of where to put the tree up this year. I try to not put it in the same place each year. I usually box up my everyday decor into a box or four, and then bring up winter wonderland from the depths of my basement. This year though, there is a mental shift in my cluttered little mind and I was to purge. I am realizing that I care less and less about things. Don't get me wrong, I am still keeping the urns that hold my Kevin and Mama!  I just don't "need" so much. I really need to downsize as I want to move soon to a smaller more compact house. I am all brave right now but I know soon my stomach and heart will ache as I try to decide what to keep and what to donate When I love, I love forever, and this oddly applies to objects. Am I sentimental or just, dare I say, mental? (that is word I only use in-jokes as I don't believe in what society actually thinks it means) Do I really need to keep the little statue that I gave my dad one year for Fathers Day? Do I really need to hold onto that bag of elastic bands? Do I really need to keep that candle that has more dust on it than wax now? Why do I have a dictionary? Decisions decisions decisions. I think I need to nap now. ZZZzzz


Ok, I am back from my nap, and to be fair, it is a cold Sunday. I have read a few books on how to declutter your life and many articles. I know that I have to allow myself to get rid of things that I don't need that only take up space. My mind will never be uncluttered if my surroundings are overwhelming. I am going to declutter my kitchen cupboards first as I am sure I have soup from the 1980's on the top shelve that really should not be ingested by any living thing. I do a lot of baking once the cold wintery weather blows in so I would like to be organized. I am laughing as I type "organized" as that is not a word I would use to describe myself or my life!


 Simple. I want and crave simple now. I can no longer handle complicated. I have lived and survived complicated. I think I have earned simple and decluttering is taking me, somewhat slowly, in that direction. I loaded up seven boxes and I feel relieved. I am pushing hard to clear out the overabundance of life that I have accumulated over the years. It is hard but for every box or bag that I donated or throw out, I am one step closer to being the me I want to be.