I didn't need the pandemic to recognize the hold that owning so much stuff has on me, but shortages caused by fearful people stockpiling basic goods magnify the problem of basing one's sense of security on things. Even though we have never been in paper goods crisis or at risk of starving, being bombarded with media reports of empty store shelves creates a niggling little sense of fear that maybe we don't have "enough." That fear conflicts with my absolute conviction that my security is not in the things of this world, so it must be quashed. I needed a battle strategy that would work despite being a procrastinator easily overwhelmed by the big picture married to a sentimental man who finds pleasure in dust-collecting objects and things he "might need someday."
I began a couple weeks ago with a book purge that opened up some shelf space. Since office clutter bothers me, being able to look at space around objects is refreshing. Good start.
A couple days later, I focused on a counter area by the bathroom sink where I have a collection of things I use daily and things I "should use up" or "might want to try." I was ruthless. Okay, semi-ruthless. But it looks and functions better.
Another day, I tackled one shelf in the bathroom cupboards. Just one. It took a few hours because I had to make decisions (a common trigger to procrastination.) Hair products I haven't used in years? Or ever? Unused eyeglass cases, nearly empty bottles of this and that...agonizing. But I did it.
I am a long way from those who have embraced minimalism with such gusto that they've moved to tiny houses or gotten rid of 1000 things in 90 days - although I really do admire that! But I'm making (another) start, and minimal progress is better than no progress.
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