Yes. Month 30. It gave me a shock too. In my head I have only been doing this decluttering malarkey for a few months. Earlier today I was checking back on photos I had posted on Facebook and realised that in December 2012 I began the cull of books. Many of these books are currently in bags, in my hallway, to go to the charity shop today.
Why has it taken so long? I really do not know. Probably due to my super power of procrastination. What I have realised though is that while some people can go for the big clear out in a week or a month, for others it takes longer. I also recognise the need to be to be kind to myself. But when I am in the mood to get going I make big changes in a few hours.
Over the last few weekends major changes were made, space reclaimed, and many bags of books, DVDs and CDs were packed up destined for a charity shop. And then left there, cluttering up my dining room/office for two weeks. (Hard to let them go and I might need them, someday). This is why it has taken 30 months.
In these two pictures, taken in January 2015, you can see the difference made by getting old sofas out and new ones in.
This was the lounge in December 2012, so it has been a long work in progress.
A blitz over a the May Bank Holiday and a trip to Ikea transformed the music storage and DVD collection.
The sale of a Bakelite radio and the old storage units paid for the new streamlined storage.
The books are the ones I am currently planning to keep. This may change. The DVD’s are all that are left from over 100 we had and never played.
And there was another reason for the decluttering process coming to a halt. In December 2012 my mother was very ill. She died in January 2013. I had to deal with all of her clutter. she was a hoarder, albeit an organised one.
Her partners daughters made it very clear that they wanted her stuff out of the house as soon as possible. It was weekend after weekend of sorting and bagging and transporting it to my house, and took over 7 trips in the car. I got ill (not surprisingly, going through the process of grief and the pressure from the sisters). There was a break of a couple of weeks and when I got back to the house the daughters had bundled it up and had decorating around it. At one point they suggested they take it all to the tip for me.
Then I sold some of her jewellery to pay for a trip to Santorini to scatter her ashes in April 2014. Mom always said that she wanted to be there. I had joked with her that she needed to leave me the money to pay for the flights. She did, in her own way.
Since making that trip I have been much more focussed on clearing the clutter in my own home so my kids don’t have to.
Motivated by a desire to travel more and either rent out or sell the house, and with the support of a wonderful life coach, I have really got on with the task in the past few months. I am no longer procrastinating, because this is the task that is helping me to achieving my goals. I am no longer closing the door on the clutter (apart from the photo sorting but that is another story). I am getting ever near my deadline (trip to Australia) which is always a help for procrastinators to get the task completed.
Just last week I asked my son if me getting rid of all the stuff and talking about selling the house was unsettling him. He does after all live here, and if we sold the house, he would be technically homeless. Of course he wouldn’t but it would mean change for him. His response pulled me up in my tracks. He hadn’t noticed a significant reduction in the clutter, and wasn’t really convinced that the house would be sold. What?
Of course he is right. The evidence is there. I started sorting the books in December 2012 and many of them are still in the house. I was struggling to let go of them. Convinced myself I was decluttering when all I have been doing is moving around piles of stuff. Yes, some has gone, quite a lot really. But I have rooms I could never show to guests. Rooms you have to climb over bags and boxes to get to the desk or the bed.
I read blogs and books on decluttering and everyone makes it sound so easy. Seven Days and your life will be clear, get a box and tape it up and if you haven’t opened it in 6 months you don’t need it. This is what they proclaim. But what if you don’t want to?
The truth is, it isn’t easy. It is very hard. We develop emotional attachments to our stuff even though we know we don’t need it any more. My husband told me that his cassette collection was full of memories. It is not, the memories are in his head. And he listed them, realised he had most of them on CD or could download them, and let them go. Yes we have to tackle the issue of a huge collection of CD’s but one step at a time. I think that for me it has been lots of short bursts of energy, doing a lot over a Bank Holiday weekend, and then closing the door on it for days, weeks and sometimes months, has held me back.
And then in one weekend, after moving piles for 30 months, I decided everything had to go. I am off to Australia in a couple of weeks and don’t want the house looking like Mr Trebus lives here.
Adding up what we have spent on all this stuff we hoard has also convinced me that we could all be happier if we had less stuff. And that we learn to hoard.
“There is a higher likelihood to be a hoarder if it’s in the family. We might pick up the condition by learning it’s important to keep things just in case from observing a family member who does exactly that.”
Clinical psychologist Dr Simon Rego at the Montefiore Medical Center, New York
Countless TV programmes are being made about hoarders, every new year the magazines are full of articles on de cluttering. There are hundreds of books on the subject (I have a few of them). The quote above came from this BBC article about hoarding. Dr Rego classifies hoarding as an anxiety disorder. I can resonate with that. Getting rid of stuff has been tough but I feel lighter. Yes I still have a long way to go, but my wardrobe is much more organised than before. The declutter bug is catching as both my husband and my son have let go of stuff they had been hanging on to. And having them on board has really helped, as finally those books leave the house.
I have documented my decluttering journey, taking photos and writing blog posts, and sharing the photos on Facebook. And I am glad I have. Because although it has shocked me that the book sorting has taken 30 months, I know that in other areas of my life and house I have succeeded in getting things done. The before and after photos are evidence that I am progressing. I also know that I have inspired others to de clutter. And by sharing my story it may help those who have started the journey and got off track. It is not the same journey for everyone, we all have to take different paths to get there. And sometimes the going gets tough. I now know I need to be kind to myself and take a break when I need to. And remind myself every now and again of how far I have come.