Simple is as Simple Does

Why is it so hard to simplify? I understand the concept, but it’s hard to apply it to everyday life.  I am getting better at cleaning out the clutter, I can look at something and say “do I love it?, do I need it?, and is it useful?”  In one purging moment I came across every card or letter that the cockroach gave me. I didn’t look at one thing I walked right outside to the fire pit and burned it.  I did the same with every journal I kept at that time, there was nothing in those journals that my kids needed to find, ever!  That was easy, but in a box somewhere I still have notes from friends dating back to elementary school.  I have senior pictures of classmates stating ” I never could have passed biology without you”, etc. and I don’t remember a single thing about that person. Is that bad?  Why am I holding on to these things?  I just move them from box to box, but I don’t throw them away.  I didn’t care for high school and four years of wearing a green plaid skirt didn’t help matters, so I am definitely not emotionally attached to the pictures, maybe next time I come across them I can throw them away.  I once had every Stephen King book in hard back up until 1995 or so, and in an effort to make room I donated them to the library, sometimes I wish that I would have kept a few.  The Stand was my favorite, but I loved The Cycle of the Werewolf, The Shining, and well all of them.  I gave them up in 2001 and sometimes I still miss them.  Books are like a good friend and not everybody gets that.  I still hold on to my Edgar Allen Poe and I rarely even touch it unless I’m dusting, but someday before I die I will be able to recite The Raven in its entirety.  If I can recite One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish without looking at a single page, I should be able to hopefully memorize The Raven.  I think I’m afraid sometimes that I might need something and I don’t have it because I tossed it in a clutter clearing frenzy.  Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in on me and I’m being suffocated by “things.”  When I close my eyes and picture the perfect space it is definitely not this house, but this is where I am now, and unless I hit the lottery that I don’t even play, this is where I will remain.  I guess I better find a way to make nice with this house so we can get along better. I’ll try and find a different way to think, like a game?  I could be a knight on a clutter clearing quest, wearing some kick ass boots, with a feather duster in hand. Ok I think I may have just giggled, and I know it’s a lot bit over the top, but if I don’t laugh about it, I will cry.  Who wants that? Not me, that’s for sure!

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About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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2 Responses to Simple is as Simple Does

  1. wjmama says:

    I love the “kick-ass boots” part! I totally think I need a “clutter busting” outfit. Maybe a sparkly cape to go along with my kick-ass boots! I’m just starting my simplifying journey– you can read about it at http://findingourlivingroom.wordpress.com/ Happy de-cluttering! 🙂

  2. Oh now I want a sparkly cape! 🙂 I wish you well on your mission. It’s a struggle but I know we can do it!!

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