Dragged an old drawer Char has inherited from her mum back down from the attic, because we don’t have enough space – even with our new mega-cupboard. Jay’s toys and clothes are already piling up, but I don’t think that’s so much of a problem anymore. In fact, it feels easier and easier to clean up and let go of our stuff, and also to decide which of his things to keep. And for how long.
It is not that easy, mind you. But the exercise of throwing things out and constantly evaluating what you need and what you don’t need does get relatively easier if you are forced to make it – constantly. And we are.
I remember some blog-posts from spring when I was tired of always having to clean up and clear and not feeling I really got anywhere with it. Sure, I still feel that way from time to time, but I must admit that some part of it has become easier. And that is a relief.
It feels as if it is with this exercise as with any other kind of exercise: It gets easier the more you do it. The hard part is getting started.