In the beginning there was nothing, nothing at all, but to cut a very long story short now there is stuff. Not a little more stuff, noooh, so much stuff that we are drowning in it. Now and again we come up for air and see the sky (or the floor) and then we are dragged back under until breathless we surface again.
What are we to do? Well in these times, of course, tackle our problems by blogging and hope others will help make our journey an adventure not a route march. This blog will follow our victories and defeats over the coming weeks, months, maybe even years, as we fight our way to freedom from the tyranny of stuff. We know it is not going to be plain sailing (promise to keep the references to our watery theme to a minimum!) as it’s not always clear cut to us what is good and bad stuff. After all if it were easy we wouldn’t be us.
We’re stuffoholics because we can’t let go of stuff; stuff in the kitchen, stuff from the past, stuff on our phones and worst of all stuff in our heads. We sort of love stuff and the good memories and buzz of repurposing, yet also hate how stuff can make us feel overwhelmed and sad. There is something very satisfying about turning a few yogurt pots into a herb garden while it’s depressing to keep staring at a pile of them waiting to be somewhere else, be something else.
Guess we hate waste and combine it with a sentimental attachment to the memories embedded in ‘things’.
That’s enough for now. It’s time to tackle some stuff, not tap the keys in this virtual world.
16 March 2017