Do not try to unclutter your whole home all at once. Work in one room at a time and don’t switch to another room until you’re done.
Seeing progress will motivate you to keep up the good work.
Clean out one drawer every night.
Plan uncluttering activities around garbage days or plan to take stuff to the dump or your selected charity that day.
Otherwise you be tempted to reconsider.
Start unclutter with easy stuff. throw out anything that is already garbage:
Expired medicine and coupons.
Outdated clothes and odd socks.
Makeup and sunscreen that’s more than one year old.
Things that are broken.
Grocery bags (10 is plenty).
Old restaurant and shopping guides.
Outdated calendars.
Spoiled food.
Rusted utensils and tools.
Travel literature and maps.
Refrigerator items past their “use by” date.
Remember, holding on broken things
is not good. Even if they represent
important memories.
Tell You Story
A day before we departed from Russia in 1974 my stepmother walked in our
almost apartment with her best crystal vase wrapped in a crispy clean white shit.
As she handed it over to me, she said:
“This is my treasure, and i want it to be yours. Please keep it for all your life.”
We both cried.
I had hold this vase in my hands during the flight. I didn’t let of my hands all the way until we entered our hotel room in Vienna.
Next morning when I woke up and opened it up, i saw that the vase was broken. It broke in two halves, perfect two halves.
“It has to be fixed, no matter what!”
Walking in the streets of Vienna, I kept looking for fine china antique stores.
Finally I find the man who agreed to glue it for me.
“Come back in a week!” he said.
I didn’t know how many days we vere going to stay in Vienna. Somehow,
using my fingers and other words, which were not anything that could be understood, but did understand that I am in Vienna for 3 or 4 days only.
He then agreed for me to come back in forty eight hours.
I got my vase back, and it looked like it was never broken. “That’s it!” I said,
I’ll be even more careful. In week time we were on the train to Rome.
The vase was safely sitting on it’s own tackled in between two soft bags.
It fell in two halves again.
The same thing happened when i arrived to Toronto.
During my first couple of years I kept fixing it, and fixing it.
It would sit perfectly fine on my shelf,
but from time to time it would fall in two halves.
Last time, it was good for a year, and I thought, it was fixed for good.
One day I had a client for haircut in my apartment. When she was done, she looked around my room, and praised me for making it look so lovely.
Suddenly, she noticed my beautiful vase, and said,
“Look, why is it in two halves?”
“Oh, no! Not again!” I cried.
And I told her the story.
She said, “do you know that keeping cracked things even if they are fixed is not a good luck? You must through it immediately!”
I couldn’t do it. It was the only piece of my step mother’s treasure given to me to keep it for the rest of my life!
The woman saw hesitation in my eyes, and took charge.
She said: “Come on, let’s do it together right now. It will free you from so many bad things that are happening in your life because of this vase. Come, let’s go to the garbage shut.”
She took the vase from my shelf before I could say anything, and marched to the garbage. She then gave the vase back to me and asked me to hold it for a second, and then let go with ease.
My heart was beating fast, and then I made the shift. I said to myself that it’s a good thing. I said that I would keep my step mother memories, not the vase. It’s “the thing,”
I took a deep breath, and smiled with ease while letting it go.
That was that.
Suddenly, I felt free. Almost immediately after that I started to notice good changes in my life.
Since that I never hold anything that is cracked or even slightly chipped in my home.
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