I’m on a clutter-busting mission.
And I have Shakespeare in my head.
‘Strange bedfellows’ you might be thinking. Or not…since that phrase is yet another darn bit from some Shakespeare play. Well, some of us are cursed blessed with bits and pieces of long ago memorized paragraphs of literature that come shooting across our mental bow at weird times. And, my dear friends, Romans, countrymen who are lending me your ear…you know who you are.
OK. The anti-clutter/Shakespeare mashup:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous disorganization,
Or to take arms against a sea of clutter,
And by opposing… end them.
I choose to BE.
So it’s time I take arms against the sea of clutter. I’m tired of the slings and arrows raining down on my parade. Not to mention, my head.
My first step is identifying. I’m starting a list and will be adding to it periodically.
I invite you to feel free to contribute your own entries to the pile. With or without any Shakespeare. I’m planning to eventually host a virtual bonfire with the discards so they don’t lay around and re-clutter.
In no particular order, some of the things that are cluttering my “space” are…
* paper. Any time two sheets of paper gather in my girl cave, unchaperoned?…they immediately slip away and multiply like rabbits. Receipts. Recipes. Warranties. Marriage memorandums. Etc. Kept out of worry I’ll “need it some day.”
* “I should ___________” thoughts. These are the really ridiculous shoulds that I’m only going to be able to pull off in a perfect world, when the moon is permanently blue and we’re all enjoying ice skating on frozen-over hell.
* the whatchamacallit, gotta-give-this-to-so-and-so items, sprung from good intentions, that have found a home by my door
* “They shouldn’t be doing that” thoughts. They are doing it; I’m only responsible for what I’m doing.
* food that I shouldn’t have bought, but now feel guilty about throwing out. Toss. Don’t buy again.
* gifts for people I didn’t really want to buy, bought anyway, and then didn’t get around to mailing
* gifts I’ve received that aren’t ’me,’ that don’t fit, or that I don’t use on a regular basis
* pine cones. bags of collected pine cones. I grew up tree-deprived and have been trying to make up for it ever since. They’re not going to turn into peanut butter and bird seed slathered bird feeders; I need to release them back into nature.
* “I’m too ___ for that” thoughts. [inserting various adjectives such as old, frumpy, unskilled, uber-responsible or "proper" ]. I. am. not.
<dusting off my hands> Well…that’s a start!
From whence comes your clutter?
