I have had a combo of the joy of less clutter with the sadness of realising I have signed on for more than I want in the way of house size. The feeling of clearing the clutter is incredible, I still feel such a lift when I look into certain rooms and see clear space instead of piles, but, now that I do not have that hanging over me, I realise that underneath all of it was an overwhelm at maintaining too much house. It is as though I have glimpsed freedom and it is still beyond my reach.
Without the stress of stuff to occupy a chunk of my mind the stark reality of extra cleaning, repairs, etc is more apparent. I think that is why decluttering is such a big deal, because once you have done it you are left with what is left, and it may not be what you want.
When people talk about shopping and acquiring being an addiction to fill an empty hole inside us it is partly about this. If we are paring down in every way, that can mean paring down rental houses that require too much time spent repairing, etc, it can mean losing extra weight and the clothes that went with it, it can mean clearing out toxic relationships or people, it can mean clearing calendars and diaries and, suddenly, coming face to face with ourselves and our real values. And it can be raw.
I am finding this. What do I want in life? If I am not overwhelmed by a never ending list of things to do (such as decluttering that never gets done) then my mind opens and there is space ahead, and that can mean change.
As Mary Oliver says 'Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?'