Nearing the end of remodeling my house, I just finished the second-to-last closet (bathroom linen closet). It’s seriously gorgeous and organized now. It took me just under a week to complete:
- Remove everything
- Toss out old, wooden shelves
- Patch holes
- Move items from under sinks
- Clean under sinks after I moved that stuff
- Buy new wire shelving
- Cut six separate shelves by hand with a hack saw
- Clean out old baskets
- Buy two new baskets
- Put all the stuff into organized baskets and into the closet
- Throw away what I don’t need or use any more
Cutting the shelves with a hack saw was not nearly as hard as deciding what to throw away and then doing it. Admittedly, I have very little stuff confronting me on this, but comparing is of no value. Hard to do is hard to do. (Thank you, Ash Beckham!)
Some of the beliefs that are coming up include: I want the stuff to be used, to go to a “good home.” It’s perfectly good stuff. What if I need it some time? Maybe I can use it for something else. Maybe a shelter can use it. I don’t want it to be a waste of money. I don’t want to be the kind of person who buys stuff that gets thrown away. But I also don’t want to be the kind of person who has a lot of stuff. I don’t want the garbage man to see how much good stuff I throw away.
and then the kicker. . . I believe the stuff will make me cool/special/beautiful. . . loved. Didn’t know hair gel was that powerful, did you? I’m tempted to blame it on marketing, but marketing wouldn’t work if I already believed I was beautiful, if cool didn’t exist, and everyone/no one is special.