Last week I read the life-changing magic of tidying up.
And then I KonMari-ed our entire house. What’s sort of scary to say is that after this first round, I’m feeling pretty confident that I could go through the house again and get rid of even more. Discarding is addicting.
Yesterday, as I was loading up the car to go to the Goodwill (it was stuffed to the gills), Marcus reassured me that I didn’t need to discard things just for the sake of discarding. I reassured him that I would have no problem finding things that we actually never touched to get rid of.
This snap was taken just before the car loading started.
It was a sort of terrible snap, but I was hoping it would give you a perspective of the 15 bags of possessions that we rounded up. It’s all in the foreground.
When you’re in the middle of a declutter, the things you find out about your possessions are sort of humorous. It’s also sort of confusing.
I realized that even after I discarded three blankets, we still had 14 blankets left in the house. I think we’ll make it through the next winter.
I discovered that I am a hoarder of bags. I found one stash of paper bags from retail stores at the mall. I found another stash of European grocery bags in our linen cabinet. Neither of these stashes has been touched in years.
I had four pairs of slacks in the closet even though I haven’t worn slacks to work in two years. I now own one pair of slacks.
I had a half-shelf full of books I had never read or was never going to read again. Now, I have a half-shelf that is pleasantly empty.
I found out that scattered between the house and the garage, Marcus had six pairs of “work shoes.” We have reduced that number to two.
While I don’t know that the actual message of the book compelled me to declutter on this scale, the act of reading the book gave me permission to discard things that I otherwise would have kept. Possibly for years. The funny thing is that no sooner had I started reading than I knew exactly what needed to go. Like I said before, giving myself permission to discard was key.