The house is on fire! Quick, you’ve got time to grab three things as you rush to safety. Assuming the cat and your family are safely outside, would you know what to rescue? Are you already out there on the pavement, hugging your trio of cherished items as the sirens grow closer? Or maybe, like me, you are looking around your home in bewilderment and thinking “I’m not sure I’ll miss this lot!”
OK, this scenario may be a tad extreme, but I hope you get the idea. A lot of the stuff we live with serves no useful purpose. Some of it has lurked in corners for years growing dust; forgotten, perhaps broken, certainly unloved & often resented. Why do we live with all this stuff we don’t even like? Where did it come from? More importantly, now we can see it, how do we show it the door?
I moved into my current home in 1988. Back then, it was huge & empty; we could’ve ridden bikes around the ground floor without touching anything. Today, I can’t even walk from front door to back without navigating a complicated route through all the stuff which has accumulated over the last thirty years.
It’s undeniable, I’m a Stuffoholic. My poor home is bursting at the seams and still I’m dragging stuff through the door. I’m realistic enough to know I will never become a minimalist, but I’ve decided it’s time to stop being a maximum-ist. Hopefully, this blog will keep me motivated as I find new homes & purposes for all the stuff which has gathered around me over the years. And once all the cobwebbed clutter has been cleared away, I might be able to see the three things I’d grab when the smoke alarm starts shrieking.
My pledge: this week I will relocate or re-purpose 35 things.
That’s 5 a day. And 5 a day is meant to be easy-peasy, right?