Interesting and totally unrelated to the title of this post or the point of it, WordPress has just informed me that 3 years ago today I signed up with them. Interesting also that it took them a Month before I was actually able to access my site, which is why my first post did not come until December. There were a few things that got in the way back then. A Lot of things which I suppose in a way has everything to do with this post.
You’ve heard me talking a great deal about all of the cleaning out that must be done in order for us to move to New Mexico. It is Not a tall tale. There is a huge load of stuff. Maybe I’ve been a pack rat all these years and never realized it. I suppose I hid it well…an orderly pack rat. When Ralph and I got together, it was magnified because, well he had a lot of stuff. When his stuff and my stuff got together we hit a situation of critical mass. There’s a mass of stuff and it’s getting Critical!
But I feel I’ve developed a new talent I never knew I had…The Art of Letting Go. I have moved a number of times in my life. None of the moves were ever very far. Most of them in and around the same ten-mile area. My Dad used to joke that when the house got dirty…I’d move. Not quite the case, there always seemed to be a good reason. I do remember thinking on the occasion of these various moves that each time, I got rid of things, weeding out what was not necessary. As I type this, I can only imagine the horror if I had Not done that along the way. I would Never get out of here.
However, over the years I suppose it has been cooking in my head all this time…The urge to have less, to get rid of things I don’t need, that I haven’t used for years. I am feeling very strong in all of this right now. Hoping to hang on to that strength.
In the past few days, I have collected 10 bags of clothes/shoes/handbags that have gone or will go today to the local thrift store. When I dropped off bags yesterday, I had to walk into the store to deposit them. I was Hugely tempted to take a stroll around the shop to see what was there. I Did Not (I was also parked in a Fire Lane so that helped!) When I was running other errands, I drove right by the Goodwill store. I Drove Right By. Yes, I am feeling strong.
Part of yesterday’s purge was going through boxes of packed books in my bedroom. I produced 5 bags of books to contribute to the town library. I ended up with one empty box which doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment but it is. Moving those boxes out allowed me access to one of my dressers that I hadn’t looked in for a while. Almost Everything in that dresser went into the bags for the thrift store. Some things were extremely hard to part with, but I did it. Both of my dressers are now empty and ready to be sold. Now I just have to purge the tops of them.
I’m getting there. I have some things planned for Mr. Garbage Man tomorrow. I’ve been giving him a workout lately. I don’t think he minds or at least he hasn’t left any nasty notes on my door.
I still have lots to do around here but a another big job still remains. I am resigned to the fact that I am going to my sister’s house where Most of my books are stored. I know there are books in there that I do not need to keep. I have been through them at least twice before weeding them out. When I started typing this I was going to say that I wanted to reduce it by half. I’m not sure if I will be able to do that. I’m thinking I may be able to reduce by one-third. We’ll see how it goes and since I’m so bad at fractions, I may never really know. I’ll just be able to judge by how many bags I carry down the steps and out to the car. But I will reduce them.
No pictures because who wants to look at a bunch of bags. I hope you’ll trust me to be honest about this.
Am I serious about this? I Am. Will I accomplish it? I Will. I have to in order to get what I want. I want to be in New Mexico. If I have to get in my car with just my purse, my computer, my travel coffee mug and whatever book I happen to be reading at the time…I will.
I’ve never thought of myself an artist, but I have learned the Art of Letting Go.