Week 5, Day 3: Breaking News

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for an important update:

Today I had an epiphany.

Like, a this-is-life-changing-while-also-super-obvious-why-didn’t-I realize-this-earlier-I-even-wrote-a-whole-post-about-it, kind of epiphany.

I am not motivated by shame.

I am stressed by shame.

I am physically afflicted by shame.

I am not motivated by shame.

And yet somehow, when I started this journey, I thought the most helpful and motivating thing for myself would be to keep every single item I am removing from my home in one place, so I could see the impact all together. (Read: so I could sit at the end of the challenge and wallow in a big old pile of shame clutter and hope those shame surges would motivate me to not bring so much stuff into my house in the future.)

Here’s what actually happened:

Everyday I put more and more donation items in my son’s bedroom (while he is away at college).

I balanced bags on top of boxes on top of bags. 

I got multiple piles in and started thinking about how I need to go back and re-organize what’s in there, since I realized partway through, I will likely give different types of items to different organizations.

I spent a significant amount of time with the back of my head clogged with thoughts about how I needed to Organize.The.Clutter.I’m.Giving.Away.

Let that sit a second.

Every time I go in the give-away room I’m stressed at trying to find a place for things, to the point that some things have lingered in other rooms instead of going straight to give-away because I was avoiding going in there. 

Then yesterday I decided to move some furniture around in my living/dining room.

As I walked into the rearranged room today, I caught my breath at how beautiful and peaceful it was.

I instantly wanted to do more and have that feeling in the rest of the house. 

That motivated me.

It made me feel free, lighter, peaceful. 

Right then I decided to immediately get rid of as much of my donations as possible. 

I walked outside and stuck a sign on the front yard, along with a post in my local swap and sell group that I was having a “donate what you can, if you can” sale, along with a donation link to my favorite non-profit.

It was late in the day for an outdoor “sale” and very last minute, but even so, a number of items now have very happy new owners and the non-profit has a little more money than they did yesterday. 

There are still lots of things left, so I plan to put the remainder out for one more day. Then I’ll box anything left back up, deliver it this week, and let the house and myself breathe a little deeper and feel a little freer. 

Because it turns out, being able to breathe a little deeper and a little freer is what really motivates me. 

On Wednesdays We Reflect: Week 4 Reflections

My stuff talks smack about me.

(in case you’re confused about the difference between smack talk and trash talk, here’s a helpful tutorial from Kelly Kapoor)

I open up my cabinet and the Instant Pot taunts me: “how many times have you really pulled me off this shelf and used me?

I open my closet and clothes scream, “hey there, chubby, you don’t think you could actually wear me, do you?”

I open a drawer in my craft dresser, and the watercolor pencils say, “woah, remember the last time you tried to use me? You were soooo bad at it!

Everywhere I have clutter, there is a voice emanating from it. And they’re rarely kind:

“quitter”

“worthless”

 “idiot”

“slacker”

“slob”

“loser”

“hack”

And those voices aren’t just mean. They’re loud. Loud enough to drown out other voices I want to hear and need to hear. 

Some of my things actually have beautiful voices. I love fresh flowers and I usually keep a few small arrangements in different rooms of my house. Sometimes it’s just a few sprigs of pine or wildflowers from the yard, sometimes it’s a bouquet from the grocery store, but those flowers typically sing reminders to me that there is beauty in the world.

I don’t want to drown out those beautiful voices. 

I also don’t want to drown out the voices that truly help me become a better person.

But clutter doesn’t make me become a better person. Clutter doesn’t speak encouragement or motivation, it speaks shame. And voices of shame rarely motivate us to grow. In fact, researcher, author, and speaker Brené Brown defines shame as,

“the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging – something we’ve experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection. I don’t believe shame is helpful or productive. In fact, I think shame is much more likely to be the source of destructive, hurtful behavior than the solution or cure.” (you can find more of Brené’s work here)

I hear the watercolor pencils tell me I am flawed every time I open the craft drawer. I feel the shame of unworthiness when my closet is filled with clothes that don’t fit. 

As I declutter my home, I am realizing how powerful those voices can be, even when I don’t realize they’re speaking to me. They can create shame patterns that spiral into the hurtful and destructive cycles Brené acknowledge. 

There are a lot of voices I need to listen to, like the voice that tells me I am wonderfully made, fully and beautifully loved.

I also need to listen to the voices that help me grow – like the voices of loving friends, or the fresh veggies calling out to be chosen over the leftover soda bread. 

It’s one thing to silence the voice of an underused Instant Pot, accessory or craft item. It would be a whole other thing to try to silence the voice of an upside-down budget by shredding your bills instead of paying them. I’m not advocating for shirking responsibility but reminding myself that it’s ok to remove voices that speak unnecessary and destructive shame from my life in order to clear space for what is really necessary and beneficial in my life. 

Anyone want a barely used Instant Pot?

Week 4, Day 6: Forming Habits and Muscles

Today I took a break from slogging through a few disaster zones in my basement and came upstairs to empty the dishwasher.

<pause for a moment of gratitude for a working dishwasher>

As I put a clean measuring spoon back in its holder, I noticed a couple sets of measuring spoons already there. My daughter and I love to bake, and I have kept a few sets of measuring spoons on hand for years so we can measure out multiple ingredients without having to pause to wash measuring spoons in the middle of a recipe. But while I am incredibly happy to have a working dishwasher again, the last few months without one helped remind me that it actually is possible to wash all your dishes by hand, especially if you need a quick turn-around. Who knew? 

I stacked up my favorite set of measuring spoons (the only ones narrow enough to fit in some of my spice jars) and removed all the others: Thank you for your service, buh-bye. As I turned back to finish emptying the dishwasher, I realized what had just happened.

The process of evaluating those measuring spoons was practically subconscious and completed before I realized what I was doing. All of the decision-heavy, time-consuming, slow work of decluttering each space and category of my home has been building decluttering muscles and forming habits in me. 

Wax on, wax off, paint the fence, and wash the car – all along I’ve been reducing my tolerance for clutter and building not just declutter muscles, but decision-making muscles.

NOTE: This was where I was going to insert a calm picture of our charming pink dinosaur holding our only remaining set of measuring spoons. But someone used…quite possibly every baking tool we own while creating carrot cake cupcakes and cream cheese frosting tonight, and they are all currently strewn about the kitchen. (Did I mention how thankful I am for my new dishwasher?) We’re all about keeping it real here, folks.

Week 4, Day 3: Putting it back together

This week is all about “what do I stock up on?” So far I’ve look at my cleaning supplies and health and beauty items. Today I put my linen closet and bathroom vanity back together – the two places I most typically store those kinds of products. I even bought a new organizing product – an over the door iron holder. It has been sitting in my online cart since I cleaned out my clothes closet and decided it was the wrong place for the iron, but I refused to purchase the new holder until I cleaned out the linen closet and made sure it would work there. (I’m trying to retain the lesson from the metal boxes!)
The ironing board holder works exactly how I wanted it to. The drawers I had added to my cart for under my bathroom sink, however, got removed when I realized that the lazy susan I no longer need on my kitchen table is the perfect solution. I’ll want to update the labels on my storage bins in my linen closet at some point, but everything now has a home, everything is reachable without knocking something else over, and everything is an item we use and like, all for the bargain price of $15.87 and a little time.

Check out Instagram for pics of the re-homed lazy susan in the bathroom vanity.

Week 4, Day 2: Health and Beauty

So, here’s one of the benefits of growing older: In a lot of areas, you know what you like, what works for you, and what doesn’t.

It doesn’t mean you can’t try new things – in fact a lot of studies say trying new things is an important part of staying mentally and emotionally and even physically healthy – but there are some things we don’t have to waste time making decisions about.

I know what sunscreen works for my face. I have extremely sensitive skin and there are roughly 2 brands of sunscreen/moisturizer/face cream I can put on my face without pain or massive breakouts.

I also know heavy, volume pumping hair products weigh my hair down and just don’t work for me.

And yet cleaning out my health and beauty supplies today, I found numerous different brands of face creams that I tried when I didn’t want to spend the money on the brand I know works.

I found bottles of hair volumizing products I purchased thinking…what? This time they would magically give my hair new life?

Removing these not only makes room in my closet, it also limits the millions of tiny decisions I make. I don’t have to dig through piles of moisturizers in my linen closet or stand in the store trying to sniff new shampoo scents through a mask. For many of these things, I already know what works for me. 

Buh-bye to the rest.

Week 4, Day 1: Cleaning Supplies

Having everything breeds isolation. 

Except maybe if having everything includes owning a beach house, then I’ve heard you may never experience isolation again.

A beach house we once rented had a sign in the kitchen that read:
“You never know how many friends you have until you own a beach house.”

My neighbor used to have a bumper sticker on the back of his pick-up truck. 
“Yes, this is my truck. No, I won’t help you move.”

I get the frustration behind those sentiments. They both seem to be reacting against a feeling of being taken advantage of.vBut without veering into taking advantage of people, I think owning everything ourselves can limit opportunities to connect and create community.

As I was going through my cleaning supplies today, I came across a dryer vent cleaning kit. Many, many years ago a neighbor friend and I split the cost of the kit. I have no idea why we decided to split the cost of a dryer vent cleaning kit, but we did. And now a couple times a year, one of us will text the other,
“Hey, do you have the dryer kit?”
And we’ll trade it back and forth.

Over the years we’ve also traded camping equipment, kayaks, life jackets, crock pots, and countless other items. Usually, those trades end up including a front porch or kitchen table conversation, sometimes over a cup of coffee.

I love those conversations. 

Each exchange then becomes an opportunity for connection we might not have if we both owned it all ourselves.

I love this concept of relationship and community through shared stuff, instead of owning everything.

Less stuff taking up room in our garages and basements, more shared coffee and conversation. 

Sign me up. 

Week 3, Day 6: Fun on the Go

I planned on going through my stash of hammocks and blankets and outdoor supplies I keep in my car during the Spring/Summer/Fall, but to get to those, I would have had to move kayaks and other big equipment in the garage and the temp went above 50 for the first time in what felt like 10 years today, so other than a quick pass through the games and things I regularly keep in my car, I skipped the decluttering today. Because the point is to uncover real, and to live life fully and when the sun is shining and jackets are unnecessary, life is often better spent walking with a real friend and a real cup of coffee than wrestling with kayaks in a windowless garage. 

No photo today. I was too busy enjoying the sunshine on my walk to remember to take a picture. 

Challenge Week 1, Day 3: Dressers

One rule I made up for myself while going through my clothes is that I have to try on every.single.thing. Even if I’m pretty sure I don’t want to keep it, I’m trying it on. Ok, not holey socks, but pretty much everything else. By forcing myself to do this, I’m discovering a couple things. First, it takes FOREVER. It’s kind of painful, which helps me realize the size of this project. It also helps me be real about how much stuff I have. It helps me be real in other ways, too. Trying on the clothes I’m not sure I like forces me to think about why I got them in the first place. Did I purchase it online without really looking at the size guide? Did I somehow think I would magically stop feeling strangled by things around my neck every time I bought those crew neck shirts? I’m sensing a pattern that I just don’t look good in brown.  Forcing myself to go through the tedium of trying everything on sets a reminder in my brain that will (hopefully) help me not make those mistakes again, 

 Trying on the things I’m sure I want to keep confirms if that’s true. And sometimes it doesn’t. One of the things in my donate pile is a sweater I have worn constantly this past year. I put it on, looked in the mirror and decided, nope, you’re free to go. And if the item I’m trying on stays, I know I have it. I know I like it. I know it fits. Some things I don’t just try on – I make myself try it on as an outfit. Otherwise, that little defensive voice in my head says, “Oh, but you need this to go with that cute gray skirt.” Ok, voice, fine. Let’s try it on with the cute gray skirt. If it looks good, I have an outfit I know I like. If not, I have no qualms about adding it to the donate pile. Either way, it’s dealt with. Dana K. White, a decluttering blogger and speaker says, “Part of what you’re doing in decluttering is clearing the vagueness. One of the best perks of decluttering is awareness of what you have.” 

I love that. I spent a large portion of the last two days decluttering my clothes. But now, I know exactly what I have and where it is. And now, if I walk into Target and see a sale on long cardigans, I know I have a shelf in my closet with plenty of long cardigans. I don’t need another.