It's been an awfully long time since I've felt like blogging, and life, the Universe [and particularly Covid-19] seem to have got in the way - we've all been there, and having come 'up' from 'down', I suspect anyone who has been there sincerely hopes never to return.
Today, I'm fired up with enthusiasm, and hoping to make a start on decluttering...
Detour before I start: we did (what felt like) very well with sorting things out to donate/chuck during the first Lockdown, and then did a favour for a friend, and emptied his two-bedroom flat for him (so he could terminate his lease and remain in Germany), and it all ended up at our place, and suddenly we went from "this pile will go to the dump (once we are allowed again)", and "these boxes are for the charity shop (once we are allowed again)" and "those things are to take to my mum/aunt/cousin's (once we are allowed again)" with a whole shedload of "once we get rid of all the other things, we can arrange these things more satisfactorily" to "Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!", and our neatly curated piles/bags/boxes were swamped with a whole 'nother home's worth of stuff.
People who need to declutter, and are at the start of that 'journey', know this too well: stuff is overwhelming, and too much stuff is deeply-depressing and massively-overwhelming. And people who can be prone to feeling depressed and/or overwhelmed may notice that sinking feeling more? I don't know, but I do know that I hit a point of "I can't cope with this" and once that kicked off, it just became so much easier to just dump more stuff onto the 'pile' than start to reduce the pile.
I have cleared a space in the main dumping room
bedroom, so I can now move up there without edging sideways, and am
(physically) at a point I can do some work (as long as I don't overdo
it).
I have been down a rabbit-hole of plantar fasciitis, hip arthritis, trapped nerve [same hip], reactivated torn rotator cuff [opposite shoulder], and bone-crushing exhaustion [from insomnia - can't sleep on my: back, front, left side, right side when the pain is bad!].
So please keep your fingers crossed for me that stuff will make it out of the house, and my body will withstand my efforts [I need my lovely husband to drive stuff to the tip/charity shops as my shoulder is painfree, but massively weak from all the not-doing I've been doing (on physio advice) to heal the tendinitis].
Oh, and the point of this post was to say: "I miss blogging" and "if I post about it, it will make me (much) more accountable", so even though I have started, I haven't got so far you'd notice, so this seems a good place at which to resume my online diary.
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