Finally it’s something besides papers! A few pieces of Tupperware, a couple of Easter eggs, a wooden spoon, some cords, a shelf, shoe laces, moldy Kleenex, and a hat. I think there were a couple of Skittles in the pack and the shoe laces were extras from a new pair of shoes. There’s one more party bag too. Plus, there’s a few papers but I won’t even mention those.
August is turning out to be the paper month apparently!! Unfortunately, there’s lots more! What?!?! I don’t have a paper problem. I’m great at getting rid of paper. I’m actually really surprised at all this paper clutter. I thought I tamed this monster years ago. The worst thing is that they’re so boring!
Now that I’ve gone through most of the mountain that had piled up on the other couch, I was able to peek behind it yesterday. I put a lot of stuff back there at Christmas last year and haven’t touched it since. But when I peeked, I saw at least 2 big bags of papers back there. I’m dreading pulling them out because I’m really getting sick of going through papers. Maybe I’ll save them for last!
I’ve been working on unburying my other couch. It’s been under a lot of bags and boxes for a couple of months now. I went through about 3 boxes and got rid of a couple things. Then I went through them again and now I have a half of a box full. It’s not enough. So I just sit here looking at it all. For hours. I can’t keep this all. What else can go?
One thing that’s been tripping me up is an old weaving loom. It didn’t belong to anyone in my family. It’s big. I’ve never weaved anything and I don’t intend to start weaving. So why is this one so hard? Because it’s really old. Yea, it’s gotta be worth something but not enough to be causing all this stress trying to figure out what to do with it.
It’s In the Box!
It’s finally in the get rid of box and I’m not planning on taking it out but it shouldn’t have been that hard of a decision. Ugh!
I’m really getting motivated to keep going. Days 8, 9, and 10 were pretty hard to get past but something happened during that time that I was stuck. Now, more than ever, I’m determined to keep marching on faster and more intensely. There’s so much stuff piling up that I’m starting to have a lot of anxiety over it too. I have some other projects that I’m itching to get started on which make it even more urgent to make some progress.
A Lifelong Skill
I know that I’ll never be “finished” and that decluttering is a lifelong skill but I have a few goals in mind. If I can reach those goals, then I’ll be able to move on to new ones.
- I want to have both couches cleared off so people can sit comfortably in the living room.
- Storage solutions need to be created for a couple of places where things naturally pile up.
- If would be great if I wasn’t embarrassed when someone came to the door. That doesn’t mean it has to be perfect, just good enough that it’s not humiliating when there’s a knock.
This was actually fun to set up. I was going to count the whole stack as one thing but then decided to count each piece. I thought I had 18 pieces but it ended up being 20. I’m still going to count it as 18 though. These pieces were cut for a horseless horse project but we didn’t use it all. I’ve been saving it for awhile and now it’s time for it to go. There’s lots more where it came from, it just doesn’t have to stay in my house anymore.
I’m kind of counting out papers for pics. Sometimes there’s more than 18 in a stack but I could use up all my days on paper if I didn’t add more. I know they’re not interesting pics either but I like seeing it all laid out there. Where did all this paper come from?
Bonus: One of the kids came home tonight and said, “Hey mom, it’s starting to look better in here.” How cool is that?
The kitchen has been the hardest so far. My kitchen counter is kind of like my front porch. I can’t make any progress and when I do, it just goes right back to the way it was. It’s frustrating. I managed to get rid of all these expired foods and some dishes. Of course there were some papers in there that didn’t belong.
I’m getting so sick of going through all this little junk. My only reprieve is that I’LL NEVER HAVE TO GO THROUGH IT AGAIN! Once it’s out, it’s out as long as I don’t let it pile up again. Between the mail, groceries, and all this stuff that my mom keeps sending over, I still feel like there’s more coming in than going out.