And another thing....

The other morning, oh hello again....been a bit busy, sorting out stuff again!

Got up very early the other day and spent two hours wading through a collection of family letters that have been with me for many years and...finally I'd made up my mind to deal with them, well, you know, all that pre-de-clutter stuff I've been on about just recently.  Recently I say.. well .about as recently as the last twenty years now!

You get letters and you read them straight away, once you've fed the cat and given your Man of the House his breakfast, and you're having your breakfast coffee with time to read your best friend's letter and, then He's listening to the breakfast news and rustling the  day's newspaper simultaneously, and the cat's demanding your attention, and then the telephone rings and suddenly there's no more time to read your letter.  So you put it aside until later on, and later on you read it quickly, determined to read it again before you reply.

Which you do but, somehow, you can't quite bring yourself to, well, she is your best friend..so you keep yet another letter and so it goes on and on, until you have amassed a huge pile of letters.  And years later those letters are still with you and now, re-reading them, you discover your friend has made lots of references to what both she and you were doing during all those years ago, and it's interesting  to re-connect with yourself from all those past years and rediscover the who you were.  And if your children were growing up during the years covered by your friend's letters, how on earth could you ever discard them. ever?

So the present situation is that I still have my boxes of letters which I still plan to re-read, and enjoy ......and no doubt keep.  And they are very definitely letters which  make a connection to the activities of my young children, which will link up with the diaries I kept of our earlier days and well, those days are just so precious
to me, and all of us, so they are possessions to be kept.

So my de-cluttering has come to an abrupt closure at this point!  Perhaps I'll try another box of papers tomorrow and see how I get on with sorting those out?  I wonder.......?

I once wrote a long poem about moving house and all the assorted ills of removing to another house or area, in which I concluded each of us have in our possession a certain type and amount of clutter which, no matter how much we protest about, we will never, ever, let them ever be lost, or discarded, no matter what any other person, even our best beloved, might say to us about our own particular clutter.

There are just some things we have to keep, retain and hold on to, and that's it.  Our fate, and that of our possessions, those ones we can never bring ourselves to throw away, are a sealed entity, and that's all there is to it.

So enjoy your possessions, the ones you will never be able to discard and, if it helps in any way at all, just do your utmost to restrict the kept things to one type only, then at least that way your tower of kept things will hopefully not become too towering.  Well that's my best theory for the now but I'm still working on it!

For tomorrow, well who knows....!

Cheerio for now

Daisy x