Happy Monday! Today I’d like to welcome any visitors who are stopping by for the first time after reading my blog post on Karen Ehman’s site. She’s doing a fabulous series on hospitality and invited me to be a part of it. I shared a piece on decluttering your kitchen. If you were part of my Clutter-Free series you might have read it. But I tweaked it a bit. I hope you’ll visit Karen and read her past guest posts and see what’s coming in the future.
It got me thinking about clutter, and how much it has stolen from me in the past. In fact, the topic came up yesterday as a friend and I talked about a television show. Let me explain.
A few months ago, my friend Candy recommended I watch a TV show called “The Middle.” She and her family loved it and related so much to the characters, especially since they also have a Midwest background.
So I watched a few episodes, but didn’t like it. But wasn’t quite sure why.
Yesterday our families got together and we were talking about movies and TV shows, and I told her that I’ve tried several times to watch the show, but can’t get into it.
She said she wasn’t really surprised. She figured the mess in the house would bother me.
And you know what? She was right. The last episode I watched I noticed they had brooms and mops sitting in a corner of a room … out in plain sight. And I kept thinking about all the other places they could store their brooms that WEREN’T visible. The clutter in the house distracted me.
I wanted the family to get busy and clean up!!! It’s kind of the same nervous feeling I had when I watched I Love Lucy years ago … I hated how much trouble Lucy and Ethel got into!!!! (I’m such a rule follower)
Anyway, I realized my friend struggles with clutter now, which is why she connects with the show. At that moment, I needed her to know that I really understood the struggle with clutter. If anyone had seen my house 16 years ago, you would have seen a very different home.
We had three little boys and we lived with clutter all the time. I see it now in photographs and wonder how I lived in that. But I was numb to it. Blinded almost. And I wondered, back then, why I could never get it together.
Clutter stole so much from me.
Clutter stole my creativity, my motivation, my clarity of thought, my timeliness, my patience. There was an underlying anxiety when I was in clutter but I never identified it. I just lived with it.
It wasn’t until I started learning about the value of visual white space that I understood the difference.
Clutter can’t be overcome in a day, or even a week. It takes time. Just don’t despise small improvements so that you do nothing. There is great value in decluttering even one small area – one shelf, one drawer, one basket stuffed with magazines you’ll never read. Then pick another small area. And continue.
I never judge anyone because I know what it’s like to feel overwhelmed by life and clutter. We are all in this together. I’m so glad you have joined me today.
In His love,