Weather: Back on the rollercoaster: It’s in the 60s! It’s snowing! It’s raining! It’s tornado season! WOOHOO! March doing its best to fill the stereotype.
So I’ve been yammering on about all the changes that I need to make and how they’re gonna be great and…I hit the beginning of April like a brick wall. I had a ton to do and no idea where to start.
Getting the vaccine was a miniscule first step to shedding my comfort clothes of the quarantine. I mean that in the sense that for the past year I haven’t left my house, except to help my Mom who was going through Chemo, and to get various medical things done for myself. Other than that, it’s been pretty much me, my husbeast and our cat, hunkered down and riding out the plague with utmost stiff upper lip (hidden behind a mask) and lots of handwashing.
Getting back out into the world, with no over-hanging Sword of Damocles, still seems a hazy dream on the horizon, but it’s coming. The thing is, and I’ve seen several others mention this, I don’t want to “go back to normal”. I want different. I want BETTER. (And I’m not talking about financial well being or seeing people).
What I want is to take the opportunity of everyone re-setting at the same time, and build something better from the foundation up.
There’s a difference between a reset and a reboot. A reboot, you’re just hoping the damn thing works like normal and we move on from there. Maybe a little cleaner, maybe with a little less cumbersome baggage, but mostly the same. A reset…well.. there’s room for improvement there.
I see the way the world is nowadays. And it wasn’t great before the ‘Rona side swiped us. Sure we had moments, times when things got a little better, and things worked a little smoother. But let’s face it– things always seem to settle back into the old patterns and the bad behaviors returned. Of course, we’ve had one of the worst enablers of bad behavior running the country the past four years, so I guess I shouldn’t have expected miracles. (FYI- Not making a political swipe here, I’m talking about personal behavior. The political part…oof. I don’t have the time or energy.)
So what I guess I’m hoping for, and what I’ll be striving for (and happily have already started doing) is attempting a reset across the board. Cutting out the waste and the energy thieves and the things that are doing the soft damage to me and the world around me. I’m listening to people. I’m paying attention to the words under the words. I’m clearing out the clutter, not just the physical junk, but the mental and spiritual as well. I’m taking the house, so to speak, back to the studs and gonna try and rebuild something better, something different.
We get so comfortable with the way things were that we find ourselves craving the normalcy of things that were not good for us in the first place.
It’s not my place to judge your comfort zone, but take a good hard look at your life, at your environment. Don’t judge your mess morally, just with a cursory eye towards how much energy it’s taking to maintain. If things are making you miserable, why do you still have them? (Mind you, I said THINGS. I know that certain health issues are a big source of misery for all of us. Those are sometimes outside our ability to fix.) I’m talking about the things that we surround ourselves with. Clutter isn’t just a physical thing.
It’s not easy. No significant change is ever easy. Some may not be ready for it. And that’s fine too.
Now is the time for me. Maybe it’s my age colliding with the year of staring at all the things around me to the point where I am striving to find any emotional connection to the things I have here. Keeping things used to make me happy. Plus, I come from the generation that pre-dates digital streaming, cloud storage and Google. Needless to say, about a good 90% of things that I’ve carted around with me for the past 30+ years are not really adding value to my life. The experiences are still in my memory. The music is easily available online. The articles and paper reproductions are out there on the Internet. Nothing I’ve been hauling from house to house in boxes needs to be kept in a filing cabinet or alphabetized on a shelf.
I think there is something to be said about using other things to try and define me, having items to show others to make some sort of declaration of who I am as a person. See! I have these particular books, so you can see I am smart and read interesting things. I have these posters and these collectibles, so you can see I am a fan of these types of movies and like this aesthetic. All the items that I have collected, cobbling together an external personification of all the things I love, like a museum of my brain and heart, to roll out whenever new friends arrive, to say “Here! This is me in an easy illustration!” Sigh.
The problem that arises is my tastes change over time, my aesthetic has gone through several incarnations and, while I still love all those books and movies and music, they are gathering dust on shelves and in boxes, like mummified versions of previous selves. I don’t regret having spent the money on them, and I feel like I got their money’s worth out of them, but now they’re just…things I have to re-pack up when we move, that will go on to take up shelf space that could go to new books, or just could be open space instead of a crowded room of cobweb covered relics.
Nostalgia used to be categorized as a mental health issue. Did you know that? Granted it was centuries ago, but there is some credibility to the idea. In small doses, it’s a comfort. But as with all things, too much becomes a burden and we end up only looking backwards to the things we enjoyed as a younger person. I found the worst part of nostalgia is the lie we tell ourselves that something was the BEST THING WE EVER <insert verb: ate, saw, heard>. I went back and watched a film I absolutely loved as a teen, and honestly? I hated it. Not that I didn’t remember how much I loved it, but that was the only thing that brought me joy. The memory of enjoying it. The actual movie was horribly dated, the music cheesy and the special effects made me groan. (Mind you there are a ton of older films I still love, but it’s a different feeling. They weren’t of my era, so they don’t feel dated the same way.)
So I’m moving forward and starting to cut the cord behind me. Doesn’t mean that any of these things aren’t still a fond memory for me. But I don’t need to house everything that has a memory attached. I can be selective and find better ways to retain those things that don’t require boxes in the basement. I’ll donate what’s in good shape, recycle what I can and pitch the rest.
Mentally and spiritual housecleaning are a little more involved and I’ll write more on those going forward.
I hope that a by stripping things back to only those that have purpose and value, I’ll be able to have a better sense of myself and a more time and energy to focus on things I want to do. New experiences, new memories, and less baggage.
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