The ice has melted again, although it is still cold outside.
This morning, we had a silly list of errands to run – on foot – all across town, which sent our daily routine off kilter. I was surprised to see how much it affected me. We came home late, tired and grumpy – both of us. A little nap (also both of us) put the little guy right again, but I’m finding it hard to catch up with the day.
These days are busy. There is a sense of change, a spirit of the new. We have decided to start a big de-clutter which fills me with both excitement and anxiety.
Letting go is not easy. And it is not quick. We had a first run through the obvious, easy things to sell or give away. It feels so freeing, yet also a little overwhelming.
For us, one step at a time seems like a good way. One cupboard, one room. Slowly moving along. While I sometimes wish I could just get rid of a lot of things, I also want to be mindful about where they are going. So we take our time.
And in our days, I need to be reminded to take my time. It is lovely to tick a whole lot of points off your list in just a few hours. But if it ends up costing you the rest of the day, it wasn’t such a good bargain.
Tomorrow, we’ve taken a few things off that list. Do a bit of the necessary. A bit of the soul feeding. Go through the bookcase again (I’m finding this one very hard), clear a little space here and there. See if the ducks need feeding. Be home for lunch.