Hang on to when it’s time to let go
I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with stuff at the moment and I have no one to blame but myself.
Almost 30 years after I moved out of my parents’ home, I have collected what feels like a monumental amount of furniture, furnishings, utensils, dinnerware and other miscellaneous bits and pieces sufficient to kit out not just one, but two houses.
I have been making an effort to clear some of the stuff I no longer need but somehow that makes it worse.
In an effort to create more storage space in one child’s room, I emptied out some cubed shelving from another room. It was previously full of a well cared for but no longer required collection of books typically found in the Young Adult section of the library.
The problem arose when I decided to donate the books, which are still in very good condition. I carefully filled a large plastic container with books, ensuring I really packed them in. And that’s as far as I got. Something similar happened on the weekend when I decided to finally go through the kids’ bed linen with a view to tossing out anything too old, worn or stained to hold on to.
After emptying out the shelf and sorting the leftover bed linen into future drop sheets and just plain rubbish, the room looked no different while the hallway was cluttered with bags of stuff that has nowhere to go for now.
It gives me little comfort to know that this sort of problem is quite common when clearing things out. Apparently, a lot of people find the last step — actually removing the stuff from your house — the hardest.
Worse still is the desire to go shopping for new sheets/books/ whatever as some kind of reward for the cleanse. A trip to the charity bin might be less fun but more appropriate.