Day 13, 14, 15.

This morning I put out the evidence of my CD liquidation spree. I am reasonably sure that it went out on the correct trash day. Starting tomorrow, I will be trusting myself to resume 20 goodbyes a day.

Not that I haven’t kept busy with a little decluttering this weekend. Each day I’ve gathered a few extra items to be recycled, a few more scan-ready papers, and deleted things that don’t need to be on my computer. I also bumped my hair appointment to Sunday and now have had approximately four inches of hair snipped off.

( Pictah! )

Kinda hard to tell, eh? I coulda gone shorter but I worried that it might be my compulsive side yelling "more! More"

I watched a few youtube videos about how to fold fitted sheets. These videos humbled me. I ended up folding my fitted sheets slightly better than a drunken baboon would, which marks an improvement in my technique.

Suzycat had suggested that if the declutter urge struck me that I could turn to my fridge, but that hasn’t been needed. Last week, Monday, there was a minor blizzard here. It would have been no biggie back home in Madison but in this area of Japan people aren’t prepared for snow: no plows or salt. My Tuesday delivery of veggies didn’t arrive and I didn’t call in to reschedule, figuring that a week without the mystery box would help me catch up on my produce-to-eat. I now know that when the produce starts to overwhelm me, I can cancel a week, and catch up.

I’m ready for my veggies tomorrow…and to start DECLUTTERING more.

As for tonight, I’m gonna get a massage.

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Screw your zen

Part of what spoke to me about “100 things in 100 days” is the writer was relatable.

Much of what I’ve read about decluttering in the past quickly took me from inspired to annoyed. Mostly it’s the declutter-minimalist-zealots. There’s only so much Zen-Minimalism-One-With-The-World I can read before I start feeling defiant in my clutter-busy-discordant-artistry.

“My spiritual/earthy mess and I say…. Fuck you! I judge your obsessively clean soulless zen space! HA! Take that! Take that and risk cluttering your precious environment of solace with my dirty dirty defiance. Visualize THIS! BAHAHAHAHA”

And FlyLady, screw her and her tutu. I have a different type of dislike for her. I view her with the same side-eye I’d shoot someone with multiple Cathy cartoons and inspirational Bible-lite sayings on their fridge or cubicle.

I’m also no fan of Oprahesque articles about types of clutterers and the psychology of clutter. I’m self-judgemental enough.

This article is ok. What I’ve taking away from it is the idea of setting your OWN damned rules of how you’ll declutter.

http://www.abeautifulmess.com/2012/08/decluttering-tips-from-an-aspiring-hoarder.html

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