Daily Archives: December 29, 2008

Remember Why I Started this Blog??

Yes, that’s right. To tell you about all my decluttering adventures. And there have been a few. And maybe it’s because our kids keep getting bigger, as does their stuff, but the decluttering seems to be just a drop in the bucket. Not that the kids are clutter, or their stuff. Heavens, nay. Wouldn’t trade ’em!

I just spend an awful lot of time looking for this paper, or that widget, or a certain person’s glasses. The rest of the good folks in this house also have to look for things, so often we are missing a key textbook, a wallet, a wad of cash, a pair of shoes, or maybe just one shoe, or even a certain person’s glasses.

My decluttering has kind of come down to this. Find Kepler’s glasses. So, I’m working my way through the house. So far, they are not to be found. He does have a pair to wear, but I’d love to find the newer ones so when I buy the next pair (in January owing to his changing prescription), I could use the very very new frames I bought in October and which he wore only one day.

FlyLady is helpful when it comes to decluttering. Do I really have to accept that I will not actually be able to get everything decluttered perfectly ever? Will it always be a work in progress? I’m thinking so. Setting the timer for another 15 minutes . . .

PS. Who’s this Wayne Fox guy? Maybe he can help me get things Neat and Tidy!

Does Every New Thing HAVE to Cause an Identity Crisis for Me?

So I’ve been looking into something recently that has put me in contact with people from my past — high school, college, jobs, etc.

It’s been fun.

And it’s been a drag.

It’s like my brain must be hard-wired to compare myself to other people. Or maybe I’m just susceptible to certain ideas of what I perceive as failure.

When I talk with people from the past, I notice how many of them I had fallen out of contact with. Of course I do realize that it’s a two-way street, and some of them have fallen out of the circle due to choices they, not I, have made.

But still.

I’m already feeling relatively disconnected from any kind of social support system, other than my family of origin. And as I’m resurrecting some of these relationships, I’m asking myself, What happened? How did I lose contact with all these people? And why?

I don’t want my life to be defined by all the things I have left — churches, schools, colleges, communities, groups, friendships, teams. And who would define it that way other than me myself? Maybe others. Maybe not. But how do I define myself?

I guess it’s one of those questions Rainer Maria Rilke talks about in this quote:

“…be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now.”

Letters to a Young Poet