Once we have bull dozed through the mountain of clutter left by departed loved ones; dispersed it by the truckload to family, to yard sales, to charity, to the dump… Sooner or later we are left looking at our own stuff. Even though mountains remain, the game changes. Unless an interstate move looms in our future, no longer are we likely to measure decluttering successes by the truckload.
The phrase “developing a heart for decluttering” occurred to me as we dropped off a box of twenty-eight books in hopes the resale bookstore would accept them into inventory. They took fourteen of them for store credit which we promptly applied toward three new books. Net success: eleven fewer books on our shelves. But I believe the far better measure is that we have ample room on our shelves for three books we’re already in the midst of enjoying.
On a visit to dear friends awhile ago, we brought a couple of small family relics, usable pieces we’d pulled out of storage to set aside with them in mind. Net success: half a storage shelf cleared. The better measure? Beautiful things put back into use and bonds of friendship strengthened through shared history.
Developing a heart for decluttering… For me it’s loving to know things are out of the cupboards, being used and appreciated.
The half emptied book donation box sits in the living room inviting more books to jump in. It’ll go to the library soon. There’s a bag of good quality clothing discards slowly slowly filling up in my closet soon to make it’s way to the thrift store. And I gave a pair of extra needles and a ball of leftover yarn to a new knitter last week.