Post 9 of 10 daily posts in the “July ’21” series.
Cycle Day 4. I guess I’m really really into the idea of getting rid of stuff…
When our group of friends went through The Artist’s Way book this spring, a high percentage of my daily morning pages revolved around trying to figure out how to get through the decluttering and sorting and purging that I’ve been working on for what feels like forever.
Artists are good at lying to themselves.
Artists do not need to be in chaos.
Artists do not need to starve.
Artists do not need to have sentimental junk surrounding them.
Yesterday I came across a resource by Cas at the Clutterbug, a recovering super slob turned organizing expert. She said some words I was ready to hear.
There is nothing – nothing, not one damn thing – in your house that is worth you living every day with mess.
– Cassandra Aarssen
Frugality.
Safety.
Security.
Inspiration.
Preparedness.
Those are the kinds of things I lie to myself about being able to more fully experience if I’m careful to never discard something useful.
Not worth it. I think this is the work of Satan himself.
I’m not the messiest person ever, but I’ve got a basement that needs to be put to better use. I’ve got a studio that has too many “some day” music books. I’ve got a bunch of cast offs and kids’ clothes and needs-a-little-paint furniture from the side of the road.
I also have a deep appreciation for candor and directly dealing with issues, as Cas does in this episode. The YouTube Video is good too, but I found the podcast of her “yelling at you for twenty minutes” (her words – she really doesn’t do that) is refreshingly necessary. Here’s the link to have a listen and learn more about her.
One more time…
“There is nothing – nothing, not one damn thing – in your house that is worth you living every day with mess.“
AAAAAaargh!!! I’ve been stabbed in the heart!
😊, heaven is probably smiling, too.
Thanks for sending, G
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The good kind of stabbing in the heart, though….right? 🙂 I can’t lie – I was thinking of you a bit as I wrote this one. Remembering some of our conversations of long ago. It’s not that messes are necessarily wrong, but once you identify as one who desires order, things can get sticky!