The Art of Uncluttering

All spring break I have looked forward to uncluttering my apartment; to getting rid of stuff. Finally I found a bit of time to do that today.

First, clothes.

Next, papers/cardboard (a random sample).

Also: fresh from the shredder.

And: wire hangers.

(Why so many wire hangers? It is like a graveyard.)

I have come to a point in my life where I think I like getting rid of stuff more than I like buying stuff even; that when I do buy something, I find myself getting rid of at least one something-else. I find myself becoming quite unattached to objects. Except for books; my apartment is mostly books now.

Books, I still don’t know how to quit you.

I started this cold, gray day by grabbing some coffee with Linda at our excellent sconery on 1st and Asbury. She lent me a book of Mary Oliver poems and said how much she loved the six-word memoir zine from February. Eventually she said, “You’ve always been a very sensitive individual –– ever since high school,” (Linda was my English teacher freshman and senior years), and I imagined she meant that this sensitivity was good for the artist but made it more difficult for me, the man.

“I think I’ve also been a little selfish,” I said at one point.

“Yes; you need to start making room for someone else now.”

But I think this will require a little internal uncluttering first, Linda.

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2 Responses to The Art of Uncluttering

  1. scarlet says:

    I love books. I continue to buy them and will never quit them. Although I did actually request one from the school library the other day. A new notion for me. I like to play the 10% game. Where I pick some item and throw away (or donate) at least ten percent of said item. Of course, with this house, in the historical district, it has probably been a much higher percentage. Alas….

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