Life Design Action: Clear Out The Old

Requires: A bit of cut throat-ness

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I think – and don’t quote me on this – but I THINK Spring might have arrived.

Splashy yellow daffs are beaming from the verges and from behind little sign posts on the roads. The sun is shining again.

And when this happens, it just feels RIGHT to look around your home environment to see what’s now old, what’s become toxic, what’s a bit wasteful, and what you don’t need to be tolerating anymore. Don’t you reckon?

 Its the perfect time to schedule a day to clear out old papers; get rid of expired food; flick through journals filled with old toxic feelings and decide whether you need them or not; recycle pads full of ancient to-do lists. There’s nothing more liberating than realising how much you no longer need. And then, opening a window, letting in the fresh air and letting the OLD go …

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Spring Nest Building

Spring + Nest Making Hormones = Sparkly Sanctuary

   Over this last week I have spent entire afternoons with my bottom poking out of various cupboards; rummaging through drawers and cabinets; taking great sacks of STUFF  getting Ads to take great sacks of STUFF to the local charity shops.

 Initially I thought this bizarre clearing/organising was pent up energy from years of jogging that had finally exploded after 8+ months of non-use. But according to everyone else,  I am Nesting.

One of the places I’ve nested is the loft.

 I have spent more time nesting the loft than anywhere else (peculiar as its not like the baby is going to live up there). I think my attraction to the loft is that its quiet. When I sit up there, cross legged in the semi darkness, I feel like I’m in some steaming cloud forest somewhere.  Roo and Pix don’t come in. And as I forage, I its like being INSIDE one massive time capsule of my life.

So far I have worked my way through a tonne of photo albums, then lovingly stored them away.

Bin-liner upon bin-liner of old clothes have all gone.

I’ve found reams of writing that I would once have stashed lovingly away, but this time I have looked at and allowed myself to release.

Generally it has been very cathartic and a good process. The only things I’m a bit stumped by are these:

journals.

Half finished journals of all shapes, sizes, colours and bindings.

Small ones …

Tiny, weeny ones ….

 I have gone through all of the journals that hold old feelings and rants and wonderings. These have been incinerated so no bin-man will ever read my deepest secrets. (I know that some people get funny about throwing away bank statements etc as they hold lots of personal details. I am WAY more worried about people reading my diaries!)

After some serious, cut throat, journal burning, I have now been left with a pile that contain ideas, reflections, thoughts as well as doodles, stories and sketches.

Which leaves just thirty.

Still a little excessive.

Possibly?

Do you have a time capsule in your loft? If you do, I there anything that you just can not bare to let go of?