I braved the worst of it today; I tackled that hideous cabinet. I bet you have one just like it. It was filled with Tupperware and other nonsense. There must have been 400 lids, but none of them fit the containers I had. I was hanging onto the containers hoping against hope that SOMEDAY the lids would reappear or through some unexplained miracle, suddenly fit. Today, I just through out all the mismatched stuff. The cabinet of horrors is now clean and organized, and much to the Boy's joy, now holds our vast cereal collection. He can now eat honey nut Cheerios without having to ask someone to bring it down for him.
I hang onto things too much sometimes. The cabinet of horrors also held these tiny plastic plates that the Offspring used when they were small. They were cheap, beat up and pretty tiny. We've got plenty of plates, so I've no need for them, and yet I kept them. In fact, there was an entire basket filled with things we never used. That is no longer true. A tiny plastic plate was simple taking up space, and of no use to us. Now, it is no longer in our house.
I try, more often and not, to recycle things. Give them to people who might want them, or take them to a donation center. This can be a kind of hanging onto things, too. "I can't just throw it out! I need to save it because someone might need it." And so things sit around, cluttering up the apartment; cluttering up our lives.
I've managed to get rid of a lot of unnecessary things - clothes I don't ware, dishes I don't use, books that I haven't read in years. Books are hardest for me. I love them, and horde them, but turning them over to one of those little book kiosks or donating them to someone who might enjoy them makes it easier for me. Have you seen the little kiosks? They have a few around town, where you can put books inside, and take others out. I love the idea of someone picking up a well-worn book that was once mine, and reading it. It is like our own little book club.
The Girl said to me, after crawling out of the hibernation and safety of her room, "Woah! It is like you did something to the kitchen? What is it? Things aren't jumbled." A nice observation. The Boy had witnessed the tossing and organizing first hand, standing at my shoulder. "We don't use any of this." He observed. True. He helped me decide on a few things, and then disappeared outside to play with a friend.
It was a very enjoyable Saturday. It was the first Saturday of the school year. Next week, is the first REAL week of school, and my first week back at work with grad school. We plunge headfirst into deep waters, as it is also the week that my after school club starts back up. This year, it falls on Thursdays and Fridays, which means I now work late on both days. I imagine that next Friday, I will fall asleep early and then wake with a start realizing that I hadn't written my daily blog. But I do now this, when I wake up next Saturday and decide to have a bowl of cereal, it will be easy to find in my beautifully organized cabinet that houses every container with its own matching lid. That kind of order provides one with a contented peaceful rest to sooth a weary soul.
Keep moving forward,