Back in the "summer" I blogged about my determination to declutter my life. I'd signed up at seven things. I have a domestic goddess of my very own who performs miracles on a regular basis every Monday-but the sad truth is that I'm still overwhelmed at the prospect of serious dejunking.
Thus far (3 weeks in, assuming that my "seven things" started on 1st September) I've succeeded in taking 7 books to the British Heart Foundation Bookshop,and setting aside 14 more, and I've also a bag of assorted hats, scarves and the like as another set of 7- which all sounds OK. But the trouble is that I'm tackling this in a completely random, sytem free, Kathryn fashion - so that my uncluttering seems to be almost part of the clutter.
Because of course the issue is far less with my stuff than with the state of my poor addled, endlessly distractible brain. That's what is actually iritating me. That's what makes the domestic junk quite so oppressive. Tis a symptom of my general state of being. On a good day, I tell myself that it simply represents a rich and interesting mix - but at the moment it feels rather more like a state of sad confusion.
Ah well. Pass me the black bin bags.
I wish I could help you with this, but I can't. Why? Because you just described me!! I so identify with what you just wrote. Good luck with this. Let us know how it goes.
ReplyDeleteI assume you have found freecycle.org. Give your things away.
ReplyDeleteIf my desk is a reflection of my life, my life is a terrible mess.
ReplyDelete*sigh*
We're going to have a car boot soon up at Southam. We do one a year to get rid of stuff!
Good luck with this...I'm not making much progress on my decluttering so you have my sympathy!
ReplyDeleteHmm, I have a pile in my hall waiting to go to the charity shop. A very very small pile. It's been sitting there for weeks without much being added.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should come here and clear out my place and I'll do yours!