9,800 things gone, only 200 to go!
Grateful for this?
I have to admit, when I’m decluttering I sometimes have conversations with myself that go like this:
“I can’t believe I’m the only one who throws things out around here.”
“Do they (family) even know how much work goes into this?”
“Are they trying to torture me with all this stuff?”
“So what if it’s eggs again for dinner, at least they can open their closets.”
Back in the nineties, when I wasn’t studying or trying to achieve the waif look, I made an effort to write in my Simple Abundance, Journal of Gratitude. My apologies to Sarah Ban Breathnach for not absorbing anything from her lovely book.
Gratitude hasn’t always come easily for me.
Exactly 15 years later, I’m beginning to understand, but it took this decluttering project and a rap lyric to get through to me.
My decluttering days have been alternately effortless and a struggle. On a struggle day, K’Naan came on the radio singing about his hometown Mogadishu and thanking Africa for showing him how to give. Someone else may have felt instant gratitude not to be weathering a civil war in Somalia, but I’m pretty invested in my own misery.
It wasn’t until I heard this lyric that gratitude took hold of me:
“It’s not every day you get to give.”
So when I’m grumbling about carting 100 more things out of this house, I take a minute to think about the alternative – being someone who can’t, that same person I was only a year ago, and, for the first time in my life, I’m starting to get this gratitude thing.
What I tossed today: 75 wall decals, 10 storage bins, 1 storage rack (all listed on craigslist), misc. garbage & cardboard boxes from the office.