A First Step

I’m no stranger to trying to declutter.  Some weeks I spend every spare moment of my day working to throw things away that we don’t need.  It’s a great joy of mine, but it’s also a huge distraction.  I can’t seem to ever keep on top of it.  The more I throw away, the more other people bring into my house.  “I noticed you didn’t have 12 of this thing that I have that I love, so here you go!”

*Me in my head: Rawrerghghhghh!!

*Me out loud: Thaaaaaaaanks!  Awesome!  I don’t really need these for anything, but, um, thanks!

I’d like to start with toys, but that is the battle that will continue until the kids are…. I mean, what… ten at least??  I don’t know when kids are done with toys.  So I figure I can start with clothes.  I’ve already begun my great decluttering project with my own clothes. Next, the kids, then my husband, who has been known to still wear shirts from high school (and one he got when he was three.  Yes, it was adult sized then, but he’s worn it since middle school at least).  I figure less clothes in the house = less clothes to wash = less folding = less time spent putting away said clothing = happier, less preoccupied mommy.  (I’m not very good at math, so this could be totally wrong.)

I’ll let you all know how it goes.  So far I have one, huge black trash bag full of just my own clothes.  A great start!

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Throw Away All The Things?

I’ve always been what my family would refer to as a “minimalist.”  I always considered it to mean that I don’t like collecting knickknacks or wanting to own every DVD for every movie I’ve ever enjoyed.  This is how my parents live, and when you live in a single wide trailer with four people, it gets a little ridiculous.  So I hate having things everywhere.  I may have one neat little knickknack here and there, but I try to make it something that can stay there all year.  My mother in law completely redecorates her front entrance for each month of the year.  Yes, 12 different boxes of decorations.  I mean, it just gives me a panic attack even thinking about that amount of clutter.

This is not really what a minimalist is though.  A minimalist is someone who has just what she needs.  She has one set of dishes, just the right amount of clothes to do the job, enough crafting supplies to make a craft or two.  I, on the other hand, have three sets of dishes, more clothes than I could wear in a month (or wear ever, as I hold on to clothes that do not fit even a little bit), and I currently own enough yarn to circle the earth about 12 times.  I am not a minimalist… but I want to be.

Today I cleaned out my dresser.  It is five drawers.  I got rid of a hamper full of clothing.  Not a small, carry on your hip type of hamper, but a big, standing hamper that comes up to my thigh when I stand beside it.  I was, to be honest, shocked and embarrassed about the amount of pajamas, old bras, and workout clothes I had in there that I either didn’t wear, or don’t fit into.  (Ratio is about 5% don’t wear to 95% don’t fit into, although I can’t wear what I don’t fit into, so… yea).

I desire to be a true minimalist, and I am so ready to start the process and really go all out.  I need to get my life together, make it easier, and relax a little.  I think about how happy I’ll be when I have less things to look at, organize, clean… oh, i’m so excited to begin.  Now, if I can only find the energy to tackle this project.

For now… i’m going to bed, that dresser wore me out!

Love,

Me – Minimalist In The Making