What's left in my room: a bed, desk (no chair--I just use my balance ball), and night stand. Half of a closet full of clothes, and a small shelving unit with books, shoes, and all the rest of my stuff, which also fits in my closet.
My room is very calm. And very clean--because I have no stuff left to mess it up with.
But I'm not sure if this is a good thing.
When I wake up in the morning, I look around my room and panic (briefly), "Why's my room so clean?"
When I'm doing homework, and I pause to look up from my laptop, I am usually confused, "Where's all my stuff?"
Of course, I don't miss the 'stuff'--I wasn't using it anyway--but without all the 'stuff,' I feel like I'm living in an alternate reality.
The real difficulties come when I try to write my to-do list and don't know what to do with the slot that used to be permanently occupied by 'clean bedroom' or when I go to take a break from something I'm supposed to be working on but don't like, and I look around for some monumental task (like putting away my laundry mountain or sorting through a pile of papers that has been breeding for weeks and is now taking up more than half of my floor space) that I absolutely must complete before I can go back to concentrating on whatever, and there's nothing.
There's nothing left to do.
(Other than walking my drinking glass back to the kitchen--which really doesn't take much.)
It's clean and done.
It's been clean for a whole week. I vacuumed again today just for fun. I've actually been wanting to vacuum for the past two days just to be able to do some kind of cleaning in my room, but I restrained myself until today because vacuuming twice a week seems silly.
Again, I have yet to miss any of the stuff I removed from my living space. Yet, I am daily confused, shocked, panicked, overwhelmed, and puzzled by the lack of it.
It's really created sort of an awful new void in my life. And while I can't really go back to the mess and disaster, this cleanliness, simplified life thing is actually driving me crazy in a new special way.
3 comments:
Wow! I woke up this morning thinking about dresses that I never wear and who I should give them to. This weekend I tried cleaning our spare bedroom (this is only the 100th time I've tried to clean it). I can see the floor but there's still junk everywhere. We have no spare storage space and I'm trying my best to take out the clutter. I have a corner of the room designated "the give away stuff" and I seem to add to it a little at a time. I tried cleaning out one of the closets and found my two prom dresses from high school. They're 10 years old...I think I can get rid of them now. :)
You can't ever weed your book collection! It's a cardinal sin. Or something. Actually, I might be swimming under a sea of books if I never gave books away.
Good for you!
Sometimes I find money when I go through giant stacks of papers like that. It's great when that happens.
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