Yesterday I cleared out that bedroom closet and made space for my husband's things. But only about 2 bags worth made it to the thrift store. The rest basically got moved around into different boxes.
I reckon I have about 12 boxes of items yet to declutter in that upstairs area. Kid mementos, husband mementos, my mementoes, random tutoring supplies; random craft supplies; random photos.
I have a tough time (obviously) parting with mementos, even if they don't bring a lot of joy. My husband and I both have saved our day planners for YEARS. I hate to throw them out. I keep thinking, maybe 40 years from now, I'll have a reason to need to remember the name of the doctor I had an appointment with in 1998....? I mean, it is ridiculous. Why do I feel the need to save these things? Is there a reason? Maybe my amanuensis will need to refer to them while helping me write my memoirs (LOL).
So, I do best with a goal. I am starting with 12 boxes. I need to cut that down by one box each week. In three months, these 12 boxes need to be gone. They can be:
- Sold
- Donated
- PROPERLY stored (meaning archived correctly in a photo album, framed and hung on the wall, turned into a quilt, etc.)
- Sent to other family members, or
- Thrown out in the garbage/recycled.