Ruthlessness

How many "Organized At Last!" books do YOU have? I did read a funny story about a woman who purchased one, probably called, "The Last Organizing Book You'll Ever Need," and in following its first steps and cleaning out a bookcase, found that she already owned a copy of it.

Sounds like me, friends. But this time, I didn't BUY a book. I checked one out from the library. And this guy doesn't so much talk about strategies as cost/benefit analysis. And excuses. He related a story of someone who was kindly storing a hundred pound box of FAKE DIRT for her friend, a model train hobbyist. FAKE DIRT! Well, let me tell you, THAT made me feel superior. Except, all of my stuff is MINE. I can't claim that I am kindly storing ANYTHING for a friend.

I am storing things for nostalgia, for guilt at having spent money on something and not used it, and for the possibility that I may someday have a use or even a need for them.

So, this guy suggests photographing the things that are kept out of nostalgia, and if they are neither useful nor beautiful, and are not adding to the quality of life, send them out. If they are compromising the usefulness and serenity of one's home, then the nostalgia is morphing into both guilt and squalor.

I have tried to be ruthless today, in only one area of my home. So far: two pieces of furniture, 4 bags to give away, and 2 bags of trash. Also, an agreement from my husband to get rid of a weight bench.

My kind husband has INSISTED that I call for the cashback bonus on a credit card we are trying to close- this resulted in gift cards to two restaurants, a bookstore and a clothing store, totaling $160. No kidding. He has also HANDED ME THE PHONE and told me to call our former cleaning lady. I think I just will!

Don't be fooled, people. I haven't had a personality transplant, and I have a LONG way to go. But maybe the psychological rewards of my basement's "after" state will sustain my momentum, and even affect a change in habits.