Motherhood has, as of late, turned me upside down. I guess I had it coming. When I became pregnant for the first time unexpectedly, I didn't have cold feet about becoming a mother. I didn't fear losing my freedom nor my body. I had a doctor who interpreted most of my pregnancy as having the potential to go very wrong, yet I carried to term and I gave birth quickly and easily, with the help of a doula rather than drugs. I nursed easily and my baby was healthy and I did not suffer from postpartum depression. My "pre-baby body" returned, I ran my organic tea business out of my home, and all was good. It was all so good. And now, it's harder. A lot harder.Read More
I'm moving (more on this later) and I've decided to purge roughly half of my belongings. I've wanted to do this for years and now that I'm doing it I'm sure it will be the greatest purge of my life. Never again will I accumulate this much stuff. Plastic sunglasses, outdated eyeglasses, ancient eyeshadows, piles of pantyhose though I haven't worn pantyhose in years. A broken candle pedestal from Peru, a Cuban statue missing his partner, a necklace with the tag still attached and no memories of how it arrived in my possession. Have you noticed that going on vacation can be like going on vacation from your stuff? (If you've never engaged in retail therapy you might not understand.) Less is more. I want quality over quantity. I want every item of clothing to be something I love wearing. I don't want to engage in a constant battle with my children's toys. I don't want clothing to live on chairs or the laundry room or anywhere but my drawers and hangers. And I definitely don't want more than one junk drawer. The place where objects goes to die.
I've been hanging onto too much stuff for too long, doubting the universe's ability to provide for me. No more. As my husband says, we must edit. Shopping is human but editing is divine. It's not like I'm daring to be a minimalist, but I'd like for my dresser drawers to be tidy.
So I'm having a garage sale this weekend. I'm selling scarves from Laos and dresses tailored in Vietnam and a sweater from France and maybe my Ciao Bella t-shirt from Italy. These are the hardest things to part with, these souvenirs from my travels (not the never-used food dehydrator nor the commuter bike I should have sold years ago when I got a new road bike). But does it matter what I was doing when I bought it if I no longer use it? The memories live inside of me. The threads of my mind, not the threads of a shirt, make me who I am today.
"If it comes, let it come. If it goes, let it go."
I'd love to hear your decluttering/purging/moving tips! I will share them in a future post. Tell me in the comments below or email me lucymiller7[at]gmail.com.
If you're in the Seattle area and would like to drop by and check out my stuff, email me for my address.