I’m the type of person who has always tended to accumulate stuff. The tools for an old hobby linger long past my interest in the hobby, every book I ever bought (well, nearly) fill bookcases – there are eight just in my bedroom!), cooking gadgets that I bought on whim and found didn’t fit into my cooking routines cram my kitchen drawers and boxes stowed in the basement, seasonal decorations that I didn’t like well enough to put out even the second year…just stuff.
I have too much stuff.
And I’m getting on to the point that I vividly realize that some poor person will have to deal with it all someday and curse my memory. And probably wonder why the hell a woman who never drew a single picture or took an art class in her entire life owned at least three expensive never used sets of dozens of colored pencils each??? (Answer: look up ‘aspirational clutter.’)
I have in fact decluttered a ton of stuff in the past, but there’s always more stuff arriving. I’ve made grand plans to Kondo the entire damn house, and they’ve always petered out. But six months ago I started a new habit that actually seems to be working for me on a continuing basis. Just a baby step thing. Instead of tackling the problem in a grand manner, or coming up with a ‘logical plan’ like tackling the job for X minutes every week or clean out one particular area properly, I set myself a baby step goal of simply getting rid of five things every day.
That’s it. What the kind of things are doesn’t matter, if they’re donated or given to friends or tossed in the trash or sold doesn’t matter. I just don’t let myself go to bed unless I’ve gotten five of my things permanently out of the house.
Even what ‘a thing’ is doesn’t matter. If I’m low on ambition or time, well, five old magazines from the coffee table meet the quota. Or an item might be the complete set of china for eight I inherited but never liked or used. Often I just open a random drawer and pull out the first five things I see that I don’t really care about owning, you know, the souvenirs shoved in the back corner, reminders of some place or event you barely remember anyway?
So that’s roughly 900 things gone so far. It’s been pain and stress free, and even though there’s much to be dealt with still, it’s made quite a difference in how the house looks and lives. There aren’t stacks of books piled on top of my bookcases! Like, there’s room in some drawers! I can put away a sweater without having to cram it into the drawer. And needed items don’t hide themselves away from me in obscuring clutter nearly as often. And honestly, so far I’ve only regretted one thing I’ve disposed of.
I sometimes think about upping my quota, but why mess with success? All I have to do now is live a few more years and all my clutter will have gone away!