Last May, Mary Ann posted about dostadning – the Swedish art of death cleaning. The idea is to free oneself from clutter – to let go. It’s a way to take control of one’s surroundings, freeing future generations for having to deal with one’s “treasures.”
Having cared for my mother for more than six years, I appreciated her lack of sentimentality. She had no clutter in her home. Still, when I had to sell her house, it took some effort to distribute her belongings among siblings (hers and mine), donations, and garbage. From that point forward I thought of what my poor daughter would have to deal with if I suddenly dropped dead!
My goodies are organized, as I have mentioned before. Still, the inventory of the labeled storage tubs, the multiple sets of dishes, the outrageously full closet of office supplies, and all the collectibles and art will be overwhelming with which to deal.
I enjoy my “stuff”! And I use it. However, lately I have begun to be able to part with things. I remember a conversation with my executive coach several years ago. I had decorated my dining room and formal living room with female art. My comment to him was that it seemed I didn’t allow space for a man in my life. His reflection was this: “when the time is right, you will make room.” I have not forgotten because this simple observation was meaningful to me. And guess what. The time is now right.
Not for a man in my life, but for letting go. Without trying I have come to the conclusion that I don’t need … or even want … all the stuff. All of the sudden I am ready to relinquish my hold on items that were dear to me in the past. Frankly, it is a relief!
I know at some point I will want to live in a senior village and will not be able to take a houseful and a lifetime of trinkets, décor, and entertainment pieces. I am finding it satisfying to find people who want my things or organizations who can sell it to support their cause.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I have more than enough to keep me busy for a few years of cleaning, boxing, organizing, and distributing. Yet I feel lighter already knowing that things my younger self enjoyed no longer have a hold on me. The time is right. Rest assured, you will be able to let go, too … when you are Ready. Set. You’ll Let Go!
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