Cue the theme song for TLC’s show Hoarding…
If it even has a theme song. I can never watch long enough to tell.
Because that show makes me nervous. Does my house resemble TLC’s photo? Um, no.
And yes. Because there are closets, stuffed drawers, dark corners. And those little piles beside my bed that grow.
I save too much. What can I say, I grew up collecting antiques. I would love to live in a crooked, rambling old house like Narnia’s Professor Digory Kirke, with all those rooms stuffed with curiosities.
But I don’t.
Anyway, they say the best time to declutter is when you are feeling it, when enough finally becomes enough. I reached this point tonight. I think it had something to do with having a nice fire burning on the hearth. The perfect opportunity to destroy paper clutter, right?
So satisfying, watching stuff burn.
My usual style is to attack the entire house like a maniac, tearing out far more than can be put away. Tonight reason prevailed, and I focused only on the area beside my bed. Yeah, those piles I mentioned earlier. I have been trying to be better organized, and today I covered some ground.
Or maybe I should say I uncovered it.
Amid the trash, precious treasures: Jewelry, unearthed in a drawer. A really great photo of my parents. Gift cards, put carefully in a “safe” place (that I promptly forgot about). Ha, and the copyright certificates from the Library of Congress for my Mercy’s Embrace books.
I also found cards sent by dear friends when I was gravely ill. How I enjoyed reading them again!
Is my home now perfect? Not by a long shot. But I’ve made headway in the bedroom. I feel more at ease in here, and that’s worth celebrating.