Daily Archives: February 5, 2015

pare down

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The older I get, the less stuff I want. I’m acutely aware of this shift in so many different ways.

1. I had to run a few errands on Saturday, and one was to a jewelry store in the mall to get a replacement earring back that I lost last week – for my only set of earrings. I make so few trips to a mall these days, and I don’t miss that one bit. I was inside for less than thirty minutes, and I could recognize the feeling that walking past store displays was actually triggering thoughts in me that I “needed” something that I saw. When I left with my newly restored earrings in place I felt relieved.

2. Last year I simply did not have the time to do the nearly constant “editing” that I now realize I do on an almost daily basis. It was one of the things that I had to let slide, but it doesn’t take long to come back to bite you. With just a slight shift in my morning commute, I drive past Goodwill. I’ve been taking bags on a weekly basis. There is much more to be done.

3. I made one pass through my closet and drawers last week. It felt good, but I need to go further. Very few things I own really speak to me right now – I only have a few favorites. I’d love to get to the point where I have about 25-30┬ápieces total that get me through the year. Finding those things takes time, and I’ve never been great at giving myself that time, but I’m working on it.

4. As we work through ideas for the new addition, I’m also working through what I want to get rid of. It could be tempting to think of adding new space = adding new things. I want more space, and less things, and then more people in that space. I’m taking daily notes on what I use in the kitchen. The thought of having an open pantry makes me really excited. I want a very minimalist setup in the kitchen workspace area, with little visual clutter. But I want an open pantry that doesn’t allow for anything to get stuck into a corner to hide for five years, forgotten, but still taking up space.

5. Meal planning that self-cleans the refrigerator. My fridge is stuffed right now, and not particularly organized. But that’s because it’s early in the week, and all the pieces have a future calling. I take a strange sort of pleasure in reducing the fridge to nothing by the end of the week. It gave me a great idea for a weekly blog post that features a menu with accompanying photo of ingredients (using similar ingredients in different dishes to avoid waste), and then another photo showing the end of the weekend, and the few stragglers left over. Those leftover bits and pieces of ingredients would provide the starting point for next week’s menu. I operate that way now, but I don’t document it. As is frequently the case, I have more ideas than free time to execute them, so I’ll have to table it for now.

6. Most of January was spent unpacking and sorting and catching up on things – bills and forms, etc. We made great progress, but I’m afraid we still have a long way to go. It’s hard to find the time to do it outside of working hours and morning / evening routines. The girls spent a lot of time being frustrated* that we were too caught up in these things to do many fun things on the weekend. We spent a lot of time being frustrated* that we work so much and so hard, and then when we’re not working we’re constantly doing chores, and if we got a little more help around the house with the omg.never.ending.chores, then we’d have more time to relax and hang out together.

*frustrated=crying and yelling (F used to say something like “frusserated” which perfectly sums up the feeling of fussing and frustration.)

Which brings this around full circle. Those last two statements about frustration are pretty accurate. The girls are frustrated that we have so many things to fuss with outside of work. The grownups are frustrated that we don’t get more help with all the things we have to fuss with outside of work. There are just too many things, and I’m not sure where to start to reduce them. I’m working on it though.