Believe it or not, this hutch now has LESS than half of what it did before. How weird, that even when you remove things, the spaces still seem filled.
Where did all this darn stuff COME from?
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that stuff can weigh you down. Physical stuff, i.e., possessions, can have an impact both on time and mental outlook. Having a cluttered environment is something I’ve tended to do, ever since I was a youngster. I always thought, I was just distracted, or I’d rather do something other than clean up. Now that LAST statement is true, but I discovered over time it is more than that.
Just as part of my weight gain was unconsciously to cocoon and to keep myself separate from the perceived risk of getting close to hurtful “others”, having lots of “things” made me feel safe. But an over abundance of anything, even cute stuffed animals, can also make you feel smothered. I tended to love to buy souvenirs not only from trips, but from any time I actually felt happy or had fun. And I didn’t buy just one. Just like eating the whole bag of chips, I felt if one thing was good, several were better.
I spent money on crap.
I also spent money on some fine things! And I admit some of those things still give me pleasure. When I first moved to California, I bought my first Fitz and Floyd Kittens of Knightsbridge Vintage Victorian collectable creamer at the gift shop by Knotts Berry Farm. I LOVED the colors, the cat, and that it was a WORKING cream pitcher. At the time, I could have used:
- A JOB
But I was spending my limited savings going to an amusement park (fun!) and buying fancy cat cream pitchers!
Well, it was scary moving to California with no pot to piss in. It was scary not knowing anyone – except the horrendous fellow I got involved with. It was scary to be for the first time totally on my own.
So, what better thing to do, than go on roller coasters and buy china?
See, food isn’t the ONLY distraction I’ve used in my life to not deal with painful realities. It’s just the MAIN one.
My Treasure List
You can see in the featured image at the top of this blog post, that my entire collection of Fitz and Floyd Kittens of Knightsbridge Vintage Victorian collectables are STILL intact after yesterday’s stuff purge. They line the top shelves there. Why didn’t I get rid of them?
Because every time I see them, or clean them or touch them, they make me smile.
NOTICE, I still:
- Notice Them i.e., SEE them (some of my stuff is invisible to me)
- Clean Them (I take time to keep them up and don’t resent it)
- Spend Time with Them (I actually stop most days to admire and enjoy them)
This is my equivalent to my principles for Intuitive Eating. It’s Intuitive Stuff Purging.
I no longer want to see clutter. I want to have a serene feeling in my home. I no longer wish to spend time cleaning, moving or arranging things, no matter HOW CUTE, or WHO gave it to me, that I don’t super enjoy or doesn’t have practical value. (Defined by I ACTUALLY use said item).
Note: The Brave Tiara gift by Suz, does NOT go on my crap list, as it meets all of the criteria of my Treasure List. I LOVE it, I don’t mind caring for it, I wear it often, and seeing it makes me smile. A Worthy item to have in my home. Also, the super special quilt from Amy is a treasure worth caring for as well. (And it fits GREAT on my bed).
Yesterday, as I wrote in my status, I cleaned AND I went through my computer desk and hutch. I donated many, many books I had loved, but that I knew I would not read again. I likewise gave up DVDs of movies that were the same. But hardest of all was giving up the stuffed animals from Germany. I had purchased them the last trip I went there with my dad, who LOVED to speak German. I loved those animals, they were popular in Germany and Mark and I watched these cartoons to practice German prior to this trip. But I didn’t love cleaning them, moving them, and seeing them didn’t make me happy. I realized I could remember the wonderful trip with my dad WITHOUT these stuffed animals. The items themselves had no value. It was only memories. The items had become a clutter burden.
I won’t lie, I cried to donate them. But like ripping a bandaid off, once I returned home from having done the deed I felt light as air.
Some kid will enjoy these animals. I will enjoy the space on my shelves. I will enjoy the few minutes NOT vacuuming them will give.
Room to breathe.