Sunday 8:00 AM
I decided to finally tackle some big chores today. No bike riding. No car drives. I need to finish off some items - they are weighing on my mind!
Therefore I am in the process of cleaning out the spare room bedroom closet. I never had a spare closet before, our homes were always old - which translates to small closets - if they existed at all. Every year I had to transfer summer clothes and winter clothes from attic to closet and back again. HARD work as closet and attic were a house apart with two steep staircases in between.
Now I have a spare closet and as soon as we moved into this house 6 years ago - I claimed it. Filled it with the summer clothes or winter - as the season demanded. But slowly, as life changed it became a closet of "when I lose 5 pounds" or "I love this even tho' it doesn't fit" or "I can't get rid of this even if I don't like it - mom gave it to me" . But in the past 6 years my beloved dog died, and I stopped those long rambling doggie walks. I broke my ankle. Grace and her family moved to NH - not as much play time with the boys. Went hypothyroid. Other nasty upsetting things have happened. And I gained weight and truth be told...got just plain FAT!.
Now, I'm facing it all. Bike riding and the gym for exercise. Minimal carbs. Thyroid meds. I feel like I am getting myself back. I've got a long way to go - and I do slip and slide my way to a "goal".
So I decided to tackle the spare room closet. It's daunting - for even though it is a regular sized closet I can manage to stuff enough clothes for a small nation inside. I use those vacuum bags - wow!
Leaving this house is the olive green skirt that has NEVER fit - as well as the puke green outfit that my red haired mom bought for me. (we have such different coloring). Also going are the pants that are too big - it's silly to pay 20 - 30 dollars to get them taken in and up when someone else could use them - and trust me - they are nice pants. I see how many tops I have - and I know that I only bought that many because the bottoms didn't fit. Out they go if I know I won't wear them.
It's daunting but therapeutic. I don't know if I will finish. I'm tired already,....
I ache from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Not only did I clean that closet, but redid my main closet and the two coat closets. I have 4 giant bags going to Goodwill; more for the book dropoff place. I also decided to tackle all the things that I wanted to get finished, so I planted...and weeded...and finished a sweater...and straightened up my basement studio...organized my ATC's and wrote some letters. It was one of those days where you can't really see the fruits of your labors - but you know that it's done...and it feels good. I have been ignoring the need to organize for a long time. But it's not just organization - it's moving forward; accepting; planning; deciding. Does that make sense to anyone?? Have you done this yourself?
The boys are coming down next weekend to help redo and organize (again that word) the garden shed and perhaps the garage. We are hiring them for the day as they'd like to earn a bit of money this summer. I'm having them take everything out of the shed, sweep and vacuum, move things around and then put it all back in. I'm hoping for a warmish day, but not too hot. Slightly overcast would be nice - can anyone help me arrange this?
Someone told me that cleaning and organizing your space shows the need to control something in a world that is fairly uncontrollable. Frankly, I agree. I find it therapeutic to know that when I open that closet door, it won't be overwhelming; unlike opening the door on a confusing world. It's also about letting go and moving on in my opinion.
Next to go...the overflow in the studio....getting rid of stuff I bought when I started this art journey a few years ago. I no longer need or use the inks that I bought or paper or embellishments. Some lucky Goodwiller will get those. For me the trick is making the pile and getting rid of it quickly - otherwise I start to go thru it and it all moves back into it's original home.
It felt good to clean like that for a day...and it feels good to write about it.