I’ve been big mood purging lately – and it feels goooood.
It feels so much better to go through my already existing collection of **everything under the sun** with a fine tooth comb rather than constantly scouring the internet or a thrift store for more.
Some may find it morbid to be reminded that actually we can’t take a thing with us when we go. I’ve been honored to play a part in making sense of what’s left in the world after a life is gone – most recently for my grandmother Dorothy. She voluntarily moved out of the home she built with her husband into an independent living facility nearby in (to my recollection) her late 80s, and she lived there until she passed last July at age 97. What a feat! Most of us have a death grip (pardon the pun) on our independence and our surplus of stuff and couldn’t fathom leaving it behind willingly. But the thing is everything must go. All of it! But it’s up to us if we do it willingly or not.
I want to do it of my own volition. I want the detritus of my life to be in order when I’m not here to make sense of it anymore. And while I am hoping many years stand between me now and me no longer, I have no idea what’s to come. But I do know how I feel when I’m not drowning under a ton of items I don’t use/wear/cherish/even remember I own.
A piece of this puzzle that’s continued to stand out to me is, as always, my life partner. Whether I am scouring the thrift for a new score or ruthlessly throwing out everything I touch, he’s there supporting me. No one has ever celebrated a new find with me like Robert Reid Geddes – even when we both know I’ve nary a hanger to hang it on. And when I’m scrambling to find packing supplies because I sold something on Poshmark? Rob’s got some for me! It’s so easy to support someone when they’re doing something we understand and which aligns with our own philosophy. But when something doesn’t make a lick of sense in our personal world? A bit more difficult! Not for Rob, somehow. He inspires me endlessly, and this is just the most recent chapter of his love writing itself in front of me. My decluttering only feels this satisfying because I decided to do it – every part of the process. I was not nudged, judged, given an ultimatum, or even a single suggestion.
May we all be given the space to exist. Whether you’re consuming or purging, ebbing or flowing, I hope you feel love through it all as well.