Friday. Whew. Can I just say I am ready to put this week behind me?
I am also ready to do some serious fall cleaning. I am inspired, people! Out with the old, in with the new. I want to attack closets, give things to the thrift store, go to Target and purchase entirely too many little plastic baskets in which to put all of my possessions once they are pruned and perfectly sorted. I get excited just thinking about it….which is not the same, I fear, as being excited about DOING it. Hmmm.
I think going on an organizational jag is a reflex reaction, though, when things feel out of your control: you might not be able to do anything about what’s happening in the world in general, but you CAN file old bills or fill a bag with stuff you longer need or clean out your fridge from top to bottom, finally tossing all those old condiments you will NEVER use again. When I am super stressed I often find myself puttering around the house, organizing drawers and stacking things into neat piles. Does it change the things that are worrying me? No. Does it make me feel better? You bet.
And it is fall: the leaves are changing, nature doing its own thing in terms of cleaning stuff out, ending one season and preparing for another. Last night I was sitting on the couch, flipping through Real Simple, which was ALL about preparing for the holidays. Thanksgiving! Gift buying! Budgets! I could feel myself twisting in knots—so to speak—by the second. So what did I do? I got up, went to the fridge, and organized my cheese and cold cut drawer. Did it make Christmas any less further away, and therefore not as much of a stressor? No. Did I feel better? Oh, yes.
So tomorrow, if all goes well, there I will be, in my closet—coffee in hand, I am sure—cleaning. I SWEAR I am going to do what all the magazines say and be TRULY HONEST with myself about what I actually wear and do not, what I actually NEED and do not. I am not going to hold onto my shiny black pants from the Gap simply because they were on sale and looked good on me, fleetingly, in 2003. Likewise, I will pitch the slipper socks I have received as Christmas gifts for many years running, because someone, somewhere out there wears slipper socks and probably would love them, and I’ll most likely be getting another pair shortly anyway. It’s all about new starts, beginning again. Keeping what counts, and letting the rest go. Easy to say, harder to do. But I will try. And that’s all that matters, right?
I hope you all have a good weekend. It’s beautiful here, and I hope you’re looking at something pretty outside your window as well. But in case you are not, I’ll give you something else to see, something that my husband swears always makes him laugh, no matter HOW bad a day he’s having. I’ve probably posted it here before, but oh well. I give you: a monkey washing a cat. Enjoy.