I have always found September to be the start of the new year for me. After 20 years of kids in school, my life ebbs and flows in sync with the school year calendar rather than the traditional calendar. I have just celebrated my one-year anniversary in my new apartment by renewing the lease. Additional festivities include a thorough cleaning out of my
I think I have found the golden egg to my motivation. Sunday brunch. I began Sunday with a long, beautiful walk in a new walking path I have been exploring in increments. I returned and made a delicious brunch of a small goat cheese omelet and mini-waffles. Mini-waffles are going to be a problem.
On Saturday I bought a $7 mini waffle iron from Walmart. Best $7 I have spent in some time. That sucker churned out 4” pecan waffles every 5 minutes. I devoured 3 of those. The sugar rush coupled with the double espresso caffeine rush fueled a 6-hour marathon of paper sorting.
First I tackled my bookshelf and got rid of about 10-15 books. Next I went through my old files, my mom’s papers, tax returns. If it was paper, I looked at it so it could be sorted into piles of dump, shred or organize. The result is a box to be shredded, a garbage bag for recycling,a bag of books and a half dozen empty binders to be donated.
I felt lighter at the end. I looked at my bookcase when I was done and I was very pleased with the result.
I also had an idea for my photo project. You know, the photos I am always bemoaning but making small baby steps of progress. I have been coming to terms that the photos are only one aspect of the project. What I really want to do is create a series of scrapbooks that include photos, letters, cards paired with my journaling about these items or the event it captures. It is a much, much larger project than just organizing photos into boxes or albums.
To contain the photos during the process and break them into smaller, bite-sized chunks, I want to convert a small 3-drawer container into my “hobby cart”. I have one that I can hopefully re-purpose for this if I can add the wheels. It can store a couple of shoe boxes of photos in the bottom, largest drawer; several photo albums in the middle drawer; and supplies in the top drawer. Then I can move it around and it will have a neater, more contained appearance. The clutter of all these boxes is what is bothering me the most.
I have mapped out a multi-step process on clearing out, organizing and then decorating my apartment. I was inspired by the Netflix series by the Home Edit ladies. Although they are a bit too OCD for me, they do have some excellent suggestions on the process: determine the zones you want, edit (huge step) and then organize. Only in Step 3 can you have a field day buying containers. Right now I am re-purposing what I have. When I get to the end of my editing, then I can determine what containers I need.
One of the categories I shed is my self-help and business books. Is it because I have attained my highest level of nirvana? No. It is simply that those books are no longer pertinent to me. I have moved past them. I am at a different stage and they are no longer applicable.
I thought back to this time last year when I packed up and moved up here. It was a huge step of leaving Miami behind, leaving my 20+ year career and identity, leaving my old,bad habits around debt and money. It was about wrestling to regain control of my journey. It was about no longer compromising.