AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: September 30, 2013 | COMMENTS: 9 Comments
Funny how cleaning one closet can lead to the need for a dumpster in the driveway.
It all started when Drew left. As much as we love him, we couldn’t justify leaving his bedroom to sit unoccupied as a shrine. Ryan couldn’t move his stuff fast enough into Drew’s ensuite. (Did you see that? I got that word from Love It or List It which is the only place I think the word “ensuite” is used. Or maybe it’s a Canadian thing. Not sure. Regardless I have a love hate relationship with that insipid show because they never redo the entire house resulting in an updated random space amidst a 1970’s inspired nightmare. MAKES.NO.SENSE. But I digress…)
Anyways, the great bedroom switch of 2013 required a few pieces of furniture to be stored in the basement, which required the basement to be cleaned out to make room for all the crap, which led to a reevaluation of all the crap in our basement…and in our garage…and in every other closet in our house; which led to a realization…
We may be hoarders.
Well, not really, but I may have had some borderline hoarder tendencies during my thirties. For instance, why do I have Halloween costumes from 2001? They’re not even full costumes because parts have been lost over the years which renders them unwearable. A Pikachu mask combined with a Harry Potter cloak probably isn’t going to cut it this year or any other year. So why can’t I throw them away?
What if Isabella’s in a play some day and needs a cape/cloak like Harry Potter’s?
What if Reagan wants that Ninja mask Ryan wore in kindergarten?
What if MK loves Pikachu? She’d be stoked to don a circa 1999, vintage Pikachu head for Halloween…maybe?
You see the problem.
I think as I age I’m getting wiser. (At least I’m hoping so.) One of my realizations is the burden “stuff” can be in our lives. Whether it’s emotional “stuff” like hurt feelings, bruised egos, or painful memories or it’s physical stuff like that Christmas wreath I had to have or another pair of shoes that I hardly ever wear. When I think about painful memories or I lay eyes on a regretful purchase that serves no purpose I begin to beat myself up. Why did “that” have to happen? Why did I think I needed that? All of it weighs me down.
So…it’s time to purge.
I’m donating, reselling, and ebay-ing (I made that word up). I’m also learning to stop myself when I mentally dive into water under the bridge. All of it to lighten my load in hopes of capturing and cultivating optimism, happiness and much needed peace.
So…if you’ll excuse me. I have a Pikachu head to deal with!
A few glimpses into our weekend!