Remember when I told you back in January that I was going to dehoard my house? Thought I’d give you an update. To start with, it’s going slower than I expected. Don’t know if that’s because I have more junk than I thought I did or that I’m old enough, it’s taking waaaay longer than I planned or if the past busy winter was so busy, I was too tired to give it my best. I HAVE hauled out about three car trunkfuls, but maybe the stuff is breeding because you can’t really see much.
My lovely DIL came by today to pick up some of the books I’ve replace with Kindle editions, my J.D. Robb series for her aunt who loves Nora. She gave me a pep talk and volunteered to help. Every two weeks, she’s going to come over, help me clear out an area at a time, and deep clean it. But, as she told me, she expects me to keep it dehoarded! That should be a “Duh!”, but she knows me too well. I AM a pack rat, so the chances are good, if she doesn’t keep a rein on me, I’ll start collecting again.
One thing about dehoarding is that I find myself clearing out more than my house. I’m also clearing out my writing. I slowly going through the professional journals I’ve been stacking up for years, sorting out the articles that will help me the most with my weak areas. Luckily, I’m not a newbie writer again, so I don’t have to keep EVERYTHING. I’m also dumping books. Not just those I’ve replaced with Kindle editions, but those I now accept I will never read…or re-read.
But most important, I’m starting to dehoard some needless barriers. I’m telling myself that if I get rid of some of the excuses I’ve been using, I’ll find the time I’m always saying I don’t have. If I throw away some doubts, misconceptions, and self-lies, just think how much room I’ll have to give to my writing. And if I give up time-wasters such as watching re-run true crime shows and Planet Earth for the sixth time, I’ll have more time. But most of all, I have to give up the idea that I won’t get everything written I want to, so why bother? No, what I should be doing is shooting for living until I’ve written everything I want. Who says I can’t live to age 138 years??!