I follow a lot of blogs about clutter, de-cluttering, simplicity, simple living, minimalism, etc…
This post was inspired by one I read today entitled “21 Surprising Statistics That Reveal How Much Stuff We Actually Own” that can be found here: http://www.becomingminimalist.com/
I moved almost every year while growing up and therefore, have a weird relationship with stuff.
Inevitably, in April or June, my Dad would announce that we were moving at the beginning of the summer.
Thanks Dad…I don’t actually have any real friends since we’ve been here less than a year, but I would love to spend the whole summer somewhere new where I know absolutely nobody. Sarcasm intended, in case you missed it.
During the month of May, I would often get home from school and find that my Mom had been packing up my room. It wasn’t until we got to the new place and I unpacked, that I found out stuff was gone. Really gone…in another city or state gone.
Eventually, I got old enough to rebel and pack my own stuff. Problem somewhat solved. Stuff still had to go, but I got to make the decisions.
But the damage had already been done. I “needed” my stuff in order to feel at home, comfortable, safe wherever I was going to end up.
So the decisions were really hard to make – and they still are.
This is all compounded by the fact that my parents were older and lived through the “Great Depression” so they both tended to save stuff. In case we needed it some day.
Talk about mixed messages.
I bounce back and forth between wanting to get rid of it all and hoarding.
I don’t know what normal is. A normal amount of stuff. A normal mess. I worry about whether I have too much or not enough.
What if a disaster happens? Should I stockpile food and supplies. Some folks do.
The faith I grew up in tells me that “God will provide” and “not to stockpile treasures on earth”.
I worry about whether I spend too much time worrying about possessions.
- I don’t like to clean house.
- I like a clean house.
- I can’t imagine renting a space in a storage facility.
- Certain things in my house make me happy.
- I am obsessive about the inside of my closets and cabinets being tidy and organized. (OCD anyone?)
- Worrying about worrying is not productive.
- Cluttered table, counter and floor surfaces make me anxious.
- I don’t like unfinished projects or issues.
- I am skilled at avoiding completing things I don’t want to deal with.
- I would not be comfortable living a minimalist lifestyle.
- This issue will never be fully resolved in my life.
- I’ll keep bringing stuff in to make a home.
- I’ll keep de-cluttering to make a home.
- It’s complicated.
Now, I’m going to go compare my stuff to the stuff in the blog post and see how I’m doing.
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...