I have had a day of contemplation bordering on, but not quite touching laziness. I went early to the gym and then came home and wrote a lot of first sentences. You know, some people have trouble getting started, but today I am a whiz at opening lines. By the time I wonder into the second one however I am off track. It comes from having something to say that I cannot bring myself to say. My life seems a room too long neglected, so cluttered I don't know where to start cleaning. I keep opening the door, looking around, and then shutting it again.
After a long time torturing myself I do what I know I have to do. I step quickly across the threshold of my troubled mind and pick up one thing. I stare at it, wondering what I was thinking when I bought it and what I should do with it it now. Finally I put it in the box labeled “Charity”, and I pick up the next thing. I put that broken twisted item directly in the box labeled “Discard”. Two less than a thousand or more I think, and I pick up the next one. This may take a while.
Oh!!! I so totally understand this! But with me, there is also a physical manifestation, or at least that's one possible theory as to why clutter consumes my life.
ReplyDeleteI'm good at first sentences, too. I know what you mean. If you ever do get hold of something and write it, I'd love to see it.
When I was on my own with my first son my house was always neat and clean. Clutter seems to be related to hanging out with other people. Life is funny that way.
ReplyDeleteOn the positive side, you actually have started decluttering the room, and you did get beyond the first sentence! Well done! I'm from Tiffany the P.T. in Farmville.
ReplyDeleteCEO, welcome. Yes we do have several mutual friends. I suppose the first item is always the hardest to deal with. I just have issues in my life that are looming large for me right now and I know when I get some of these small things cleared I will have to deal with the figurative elephant. That and deciding if I really want to live in a de-cluttered life. Thanks for the positive words.
ReplyDeleteWhen I moved in with my bf, I threw/gave away HALF OF MY STUFF. Literally half.
ReplyDeleteAnd it felt SO damn good. Godspeed, pretty lady.
If only it were the physical things Lilu, but I know you understand. I will pick this small spot to say it because I don't want to yell, but my husband and I are starting couples counseling this week. It's time to fish or cut bait. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteYou should donate your daughter to charity. That would free a lot of space in your basement and, you know, there are men out there who don't have ANY pussy.
ReplyDeleteJust sayin'.
Well my dear she is not mine to donate. Just because I made her doesn't mean I own her. In fact she is one of the factors that keeps my life less cluttered, both literally and figuratively.
ReplyDeleteI'll give you a source of inspiration for me and that is a woman name Mel at http://melsdream.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteShe does some self-therapy, some 'reading fairies which reduces complex therapeutic thoughts to simple thoughts, and last some real fun. She's really smart, smarter than me.
By the way, we all have a lot of clutter in our lives emotionally, and an elephant in the room. Some of us have a mastodon. Some try to herd cats. Please, don't feel alone.