"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Tuesday 28 February 2012

The letter D


This blog is brought to you 

de·lib·er·ate
Carefully weighed or considered

When wanting to write this Blog, I wanted to come up with a unique name that would sum up where I am in life. Last year I thought I might have to move, so for several months I toiled away at ridding my home of clutter and simplifying my life. Now I have no plans to move, but the more I simplify—the more I love it. My home is easier to take care of. For me less physical clutter has equaled less mind clutter.  It has become a little more serene—well perhaps when the darling toddlers go home at night.

I asked myself over and over why did I save this, will I ever use it---how many citrus juicers and colanders does a person really need?  From the depths of my closet I have pulled things that beg the question—what was I thinking when I bought this—or what were they thinking when they bought this for me? That was the easy part. Some things were a little tougher.

My mom died seven years ago. Her sewing machine sits in my closet, as well as her scrapbooking tools and materials. For years I wanted to learn how to sew and do scrapbooking. After moving this stuff three different times, I realized, if I had the time to learn to sew or scrapbook, I would really rather be writing.

 Keeping my Mother’s sewing machine around was taking up space and a constant reminder  of things left undone. I have made a deliberate decision to find a good and hopefully significant place for it to go. I have made a deliberate decision to find a place,(this blog),and time to write. By letting go of my list of things undone, I  have more time to write.

It takes determination to de-clutter a house, but it takes determination and courage to de-clutter a life. That will be the letter C. Thanks for stopping by. today by the letter D....
de·lib·er·ate
Carefully weighed or considered
When wanting to write this Blog, I wanted to come up with a unique name that would sum up where I am in life. Last year I thought I might have to move, so for several months I toiled away at ridding my home of clutter and simplifying my life. Now I have no plans to move, but the more I simplify, the more I love it. My home is easier to take care of. For me less physical clutter has equaled less mind clutter. It has become a little more serene, well, perhaps AFTER the darling toddlers go home at night.
I asked myself over and over why did I save this, will I ever use it? How many citrus juicers and colanders does a person really need? From the depths of my closet I have pulled things that beg the question—you thought you would look like who in this? What WERE they thinking when they bought this for me? That was the easy part. Some things were a little tougher.
My mom died seven years ago. Her sewing machine sits in my closet, as well as her scrapbooking tools and materials. For years I wanted to learn how to sew and do scrapbooking. After moving this stuff three different times, I realized, if I could find the time to learn to sew or scrapbook, I would REALLY rather be writing. Keeping my Mother’s sewing machine around was taking up space and a constant reminder of things left undone. I have made a decision to find a good and hopefully significant place for these things to go. I have made a decision to find a place--this blog--to write. By letting go of my list of things undone, I have given myself permission to pursue more time to write.
It takes determination to de-clutter a house, but it takes more than that to de-clutter a life.
Tomorrow’s blog will be brought to you by the letter C……..

2 comments:

  1. I understand and sympathise Dianne. I remember when I retired from the university having to clear out my room. The worst part was deciding which of the pictures my kids did at primary school I could keep. In the end they all had to go. It was necessary, but it hurt.

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