I had a "light bulb" moment today. I was perusing blogs as I often do when I came across an idea. It was a challenge for Lent actually. 40 bags in 40 days. I had seen this idea before, but it really attracted me today as I have been struggling to get organized and have been miserably failing.
This challenge is a mission to not only declutter your house, but help you lessen your dependence on things. To simplify, but enrich your life. How many times have I wanted to do something fun, but didn't because my house was a mess? Or if I did something fun, I felt guilty, because I knew what was lurking behind closed doors. Life is short and to put off what you want to do or to waste time pushing piles of stuff around is senseless when you think about it.
What was interesting was this
blog. When she said that commenters had said only hoarders could collect 40 bags of stuff in their house, she replied to them that while she lived in a modest house, a homeless person could fit all their worldly belongings in a shopping cart. How much you have and need is a matter of perspective. Then when she gave tips, it hit close to home. "If you are sitting in front of baby clothes and you can't give them away even though your child is grown, you might have attachment issues." "If you won't get rid of something because you might need it someday, you might have fear issues" This really struck a nerve with me. Guilty as charged.
I began to think, could I really collect 40 trash bags of stuff from my house. The thought actually panicked me a little. And then that alarmed me that it would "panic" me to get rid of things. Exactly how attached am I to "things" when I know those "things" are getting in the way of the life I want to lead?
Last week, I had already sorted my clothes closet and had been amazed at how much easier it was to dress with less things to dig through and maybe fall on top of me. lol. So I said, okay, Nancy, you are supposed to be leading a life that doesn't include fear. Go get that trash bag. So I did. Three trash bags later, I have organized kitchen cabinets. Yes, you heard me... THREE trash bags later. How did I cram that much into my tiny kitchen cabinets. I discovered I had 4 canning funnels. Two Frankenstein head ice cream bowls. 5 pink water bottles. How needs that many funnels? Or why keep Frankenstein bowls to use for a few days in October? I mean... really.
So the game is on... I am doing this challenge. I might not do a bag a day. I think my goal will be 40 bags. Just fill them up. Just do it. With my clothes closet, kitchen cabinets, and kids toys, I might have a good lead. But can I really do the painful items? My precious cookbooks? My crafts? Gasp, my fabric?
So we will see... hopefully, in 40 days, my life will be much lighter, less burdened by unused and sometimes forgotten junk. It might be painful sometimes, but I think a well run home for my truly precious husband and children is much more important. I want my home to be welcoming and warm. Not a tribute to the fact I am a packrat, lol. Wish me luck! :)