I have to admit, I have been avoiding this area of sorting like the plague. As a matter of fact, as I write my stomach is getting tense. You see I don’t want to sort all my old photographs. I can’t bare to spend the emotional energy needed to get through all these photos. It’s not inside me yet. I am not that strong.
It makes me sad to see how much time has past. It makes me sad to see those I’ve lost, and what will never be again. Even when I look at the most precious pictures, I love seeing them, but it’s a very bitter sweet experience.
Thousands, and thousands of photos and many were “bogo” – buy one set get the second set free. Add in all the school photos, and the sports photos, it’s a mountain of memories
My answer here is not the best. I am not going to sort them. That’s right. I bought three large blue bins and today my big contribution to de-cluttering is moving these bins to the storage unit. These bins are heavy and it is quite a task moving them. So it is a start, and it will be an accomplishment.
My rationalization here is that when I finish sorting all the other areas of my life, then I will be free to leisurely look through a few photos at a time.
Will I?… I don’t know. But I know I won’t let this become a roadblock to my journey to living better with less.
Tip: When visiting your storage space never look in any of the boxes.
Inspiration: “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” ~Buddha
During my years of irrational consumerism, I could see the future. It’s true. I knew exactly what everyone needed before they even thought about what they needed.
Once, I bought an alarm clock guaranteed never to turn off, until a person caught it and turned it off. It was self propelling, and if it wasn’t turned off by the sleeping human quickly, it would jump to the floor and run away by rolling under the bed, or any other out of reach place while still sounding the alarm.
I bought this two years before my son went away to university. Every single day of his high school years, I had to wake him up over, and over, and over again. In the future, I wouldn’t be there to wake him up. I could see this clearly. The clock still sold by MOMA today runs 48.00, I think I paid more. That never opened brand new clock, sits inside a blue plastic container that contains an assortment of new things, on the second shelf inside U-Store-It unit #227.
I know of another new thing that’s in there. I bought it for myself. It’s a bank that is a replication of a wooden water tank like the ones on top of buildings in Manhattan . I was “saving” this for when I had a “cool” office not a cluttered mess of an office. I have an awesome office. It’s not yet “good enough” so I am using old tea bottle for loose change. As I am write those very words I see how pathetic this is. ( I’ll fix the coin bank issue Monday)
Other purchases are back-ups, duplicates. I bought these because I already owned the item and I liked it. Like a certain Ikea scrubber, I could see in the future this scrubber would no longer be available. I even taught my daughter if you like something – buy two of them….ugh! Some of those thing I don’t even like anymore. Other “new” items I bought for future gifts. I could see who needed the gift and what it was before I even met the person. I was good. Unfortunately when it came time to give these gifts away, either I couldn’t part with them, or they weren’t the right gift for the occasions.
When I shopped I shopped with conviction, no second guessing, everything had a purpose. A purpose in the future that I could clearly see. I was clairvoyant. I could see the future as far out as I needed, to infinity. That is, until I could not.
What I could not see in the future was not being able to sell our house that was on the market for 14 months. What I couldn’t see was all our equity was going to disappear. What I couldn’t see in the future was losing our home of twelve years and having no place to live. Once I lost my ability to see the future, I was sad for a long time. I could not see anything and I certainly could not see joy or any shred of happiness in my crystal ball.
But that was then, this is now. Nothing much has changed except me. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure if I have ever had a more defined idea of what’s important in life. I have learn so much about how we spend our time, how we spend our money and how we interact with people. My life has completely changed it’s trajectory and I like it.
The more stuff I shed the better I feel. Simplifying is intoxicating and addictive. Simplifying has helped me to focus and grow. I like it. I have a long long way to go, but so far it’s good. I am examining my life on a different level, from a different place. I am learning about myself and my family and what I am learning brings me great comfort. We are all in agreement that we are on the right track to “living better with less.”
UnPacktheRat is more then a blog to me, it’s my teacher, and for that I am grateful.
One Day -One Thing: List at least one new (or not) item on eBay
I love boxes! It’s true! I never met or saw a box I didn’t like. The problem is once I own a box, I put stuff inside it. End result, I have a lot of boxes with God-knows-what inside.
By not knowing what is inside, I definitely can’t just throw it away. Therein lies one of my many problems. Sorting, blah!!! I hate it. It takes forever, so of course I don’t do it.
This is the cutest box ever. It’s tiny. I have saved this box as a reminder to myself -NO MORE BOXES!!!!
The mass marketers would like you to believe that if you buy a container then all your “stuff” will be protected and organized. They want you to believe that your children will suddenly want to put away their toys or that your house will instantly become neat and orderly. They do a good job. Now plastic containers come in all shapes and colors. One is bound to be perfect for your “whatever.” I have a plastic box just for a wreath. The wreath’s original box was perfectly fine, but no….a green and red one is better. It’s all bullshit. (I didn’t need the wreath either, but that is beside the point.)
Buying boxes, containers if you will, is a license to hold on to unnecessary stuff! Don’t do it. I realize there are valid uses for a containers, but if you are anything like me, a storage container stores stuff we don’t need, we may not even want, and stuff that we usually forget we have until we look inside. (we’re never going to look)
Next time you see that shiny new container that is going to miraculously solve your clutter issues, remember my tiny box. Get rid of the stuff you want to store – you aren’t going to use it anyway. Be brave, be box-less.