In the past week two people made overtures about hiring me to help declutter their homes.
One is a dear friend who has already made a good start on the job, was able to explain exactly what she needed from me, and has already established a good support system.
The other was made by a friend of someone I do not know. She was most anxious to convince me that I would be the perfect person to help her friend. But I couldn’t tell a thing about what would be needed or whether the unknown lady actually wants anyone’s help to declutter her home.
I know five women whose basements, attics, and garages are stuffed full of their deceased in-laws’ stuff. None of it will ever be used in their homes and none of their grown children want to take any of it.
Each of these wives would love to have that stuff out of their homes. Each of them knows they dare not touch, let along discard, any of the stuff themselves. Each one of them expounds a version of the refrain, “I don’t know WHAT to do. He just won’t take care of that stuff.”
And I’ve talked to some of the husbands. Their daily lives aren’t particularly impeded by the stuff; they don’t recognize that their wives are upset by it; absolutely any other activity is more satisfying and more necessary than shuffling stuff into “keep” or “discard” piles; but it can’t just be thrown out without shuffling through it because there are treasures buried in there!
Nobody does anything just because someone else thinks it would be very good to get it done.
The decision to declutter a home, clean a bathroom, start a business, learn to play the piano, run for office, take in a foster child, finish an academic degree, and anything else starts by finding within oneself the drive to commit to doing it.
What does it take to gain that sense of commitment?