Why is sorting through the junk in my house so incredibly difficult. What in the actual FUCK is still wrong with me?!
Why am I so frustrated trying to do this!!
Why do I have so many stupid cook books? I hate cooking!
Some times, a lot of times, I have found that if I just start typing…verbal vomit, so to speak, sometimes I have those A-HA moments and realize what is holding me up. Something just clicks. So now, I’m trying to figure that out…
Late fall, early winter, I set the goal that I would have more control over this house. I would do a mass de-cluttering. Well, it’s April and I still feel closed in… there is too much shit and the further I dig into things, the more crammed into spaces I find things.
Let me back up. I hate clutter. I hate a messy house. So in reality, this house is no where near a episode of hoarders, it just feels that way to me. I have to much junk, too much junk that is not used. It needs to go. So why, when I am looking at a pile of cook books in my kitchen, that I pulled from their hiding spot last Sunday do I get anxious and want to put all of them back into their hiding spot on the rack?! I hate cooking. It’s not that I’m bad at it, I just don’t like it. I managed to put half of the cook books into a box to go to Goodwill. This morning, it dawned on me. Pinterest. I have Pinterest, if I need to find a recipe, I can just surf Pinterest and ditch 95% of these cook books. Hell, one had so much dust on the top of it, that I’m sure I have not looked at it in four years. I do not need this book, why have I been holding on?! When I sent that text message to my boyfriend, he responded with, “No baby, I know how to cook for us.” This simple answer seemed to make it so much easier, so simple.
Hoodies… oh dear god I have a hoodie obsession. I pulled all the ones hung on hooks behind my bedroom door, off yesterday and moved them to the chair in the front room. I looked, picked up each one, put it back down at least four times. I could not bring myself to put any of them into the pile for Goodwill. FAK.
What the hell is wrong with me? Abandonment issues? Financial struggle? Personal and or work stress? All of the above??!
Ok. What am I holding on to, just in case… What if I need this dress for a special occasion? What if I need… Or what if I want this later. It’s time for it to go. The trouble I have, is anxiety kicks up trying to place these things into the box to Goodwill. Some how I need to force through it and just be done with it.
I’ve done a good job of cutting people out of my life that weighed me down, ones that made me feel bad about my life decisions or just in general made me feel bad about me. Now it’s time to further disconnect from physical possessions. Physical possessions do not bring happiness, it brings a cluttered confined space, and this brings on more stress. I feel it about mid week, when I feel my house has become a mess and I just become more frustrated by the way my house feels to me and I cannot get comfortable in my own space because it feels so confined.
Yesterday, going through one of the cook books, I found a handful of old pictures, yes actual pictures. Pictures that were almost 20 years old to about 15. One of the photographs was of my brother and my ex-husband, when my brother graduated crew chief school… The photograph stopped me in my tracks, a few heartbeats later I stuffed it somewhere and tried to re focus on something else to distract me. This is not the first time this has happened. There is an old ziplock bag full of pictures, stashed on a bookshelf semi out of sight. These photos range from over 20, 25 years old to probably about 15 years. I know there are pictures from my married life in there and I don’t want to look at them. I’ve tried. I start trembling and then I find myself shuffling the pile back together and stuffing them away again. I know I need to do something with them, but what… just toss them? Is this part of what I’m still clinging too??
I think one of the biggest bullshit lies as women we tell ourselves, is that retail therapy is good for the soul. No, it’s not. It’s clutter and trying to fix one problem with another problem. A year or so ago, I made myself promise if I buy a bag (purse, gym bag, work bag) one goes out the door to Goodwill. I have been rather successful at keeping to this. Now, I need to apply this rule to everything else I buy.
- Groceries -I have a horrible habit of not taking full inventory of my cupboards before going and buying things to cook with.
- Clothes -aww hell. I probably wear the same few articles of clothing over and over again. I need to do another huge purge on my closet and dresser. Yes I’ve done one or two since early winter and dragged out the obvious things I do not wear. Now, it’s time to do it again. This applies to both gym clothes and everyday clothes. I probably have way too many gym clothes too. Hell my suits for work could probably use a purge too. Am I holding on to extra stuff because what I wore use to be a huge fight? Why are you wearing that? Who are you trying to impress!
- Books -holy fuckmonkeys. This is probably one of the biggest. I love books, I love being surrounded by books, real actual physical books. Being in a bookstore or a library is probably one of my happiest places. But how many books do I own, just because. It’s time to purge those… That is the one thing I have yet to touch and their are piles of books in just about every room of my house. Shut up. It’s a tiny house.
- Makeup. I go through phases, I guess, what kind of makeup I wear and… No. I just need to chuck most of it. I’m not even sure how old some of it is. Why am I holding on to it? Because he (ex husband) said I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup to go to the grocery store? Because he use to accuse me of cheating..
Text message with my boyfriend this morning, “Well, we can just set it on fire and I can come over to put it out.”
“Ya know. Maybe that’s how I need to look at it. If there was a fire, what would I want to replace.”
Maybe this is exactly how I need to look at it. What would I truly be heartbroken loosing?
I need more coffee….