So it’s Friday again and it’s been another week that feels like about three years. I’ve been purging, purging purging, and now I have a big pile of donations I’ll be taking to a charity shop in a little bit.
I’m hoping to to beat the snow that’s supposed to be coming. How much? Like so many things these days, that’s unclear.
Yesterday, I went through a bookshelf. I have many bookshelves and many many many books, something that should surprise exactly no one. Apparently in one of the episodes of “Tidying Up,” Marie told a woman to get rid of all of her books, which raised a scandal and rebellion.
I skipped that episode because the woman was trying so hard to be cheerful and was clearly so very, very sad, I couldn’t watch it.
So I remain un-enraged.
But I looked at all of the books in that bookshelf and realized most of them didn’t, in fact, bring me joy. Also libraries exist.
After the apocalypse is complete I may regret this choice, but I suspect I wouldn’t have much time for casual reading anyway, what with the trying to stay alive and the zombies and the whatnot.
The exercise went well, though the site was glitchy again. And that’s my week.
I’m still in my workout gear from this morning, but I’ve made a utensil holder for my bright silicone tools, and I re-organized my dish cupboard and purged some mugs.
I also kept sitting down to do things and then realized that I forgot something, so, I’m probably moving at a solid six right now. Maybe seven if I get extra credit for creativity with the utensil holder. I used a nut can and some contact paper.
It’s strange, but it’s almost as though all of the stuff just keeps its tendrils wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place. I never expected the purging to be so freeing.
Some people don’t have a close connection to things. I imagine their homes as sleek and clutter-free. Space everywhere.
Probably not my future, but who knows? (I kinda know.)
Still, I think we hesistate to start because we fear the process will be painful or difficult. Which can be said of so many things.
But if I hesitate, I look at my sock drawer, so tidy, nothing invisible, all right there. It’s good to have a little more sock drawer.
Here we are, back at the start. Last week was kind of an emotional doozy for me, but I’m righting the emotional ship, rough seas or no, and onward. And I am also very oddly obsessed with tidying.
Thank you Marie Kondo and thank you “Tidying Up” on Netflix for that.
I mean, I did start my organizational kick weeks ago, and the reality is that having things neat, easy to find and easy to store is its own kind of rewarding.
Is it a means of procrastinating with the writing? Maybe. I ask you this. How can I focus on my words when I know my pajamas could be so much neater?
I’m only human.
The funny things is my past self would have scoffed at my this self for finding this process fun. But here’s a thing in life: sometimes, people just have a way of doing things that resonates with you. The “KonMari Method,” as she calls it, is logical and really cuts to the heart of clutter.
So I’m hooked.
And if you know me and Daily Burn, I really do seem to enjoy my systems.
I guess you’ll find out how it goes on Friday. I hope you have a fabulous week.
It’s that time of the week! #AccountaClub time, when we talk about how our goals are going. And since we’re at the beginning of a brand-spanking new year, everyone was flawless, right?
Yeah, me either.
I’m learning that I absolutely have to inoculate myself to mood when writing. Easier said than done, no?
It almost feels as though all of writing is mood. So ignoring that is pretty complicated. I probably need to go back to some regular yoga, but adding that in with my new fitness routine is complicated.
Speaking of fitness, I got my five workouts in, but it was a struggle. Partially because of me, and partially because of technical issues during the live broadcast. With Thursday’s I just picked another workout; today I waited until the live broadcast ended. Not perfect, but done.
So that was my week, AccountAbles. How about yours?