#1459 The book to remove clutter

I was looking up books of interest at the localΒ  library a while ago, and when I came across a particular title I thought “I must have it.”

I put it on reserve and was happy to finally go in and pick it up today.

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Although it says it’s about de-cluttering (and it is) it’s managing clutter based on the principles of feng shui, a topic I’ve been looking into a lot lately.

While baby girl was at school, and Hubbie was beside me watching basketball, I got through about 80 pages of it… sure it’s a small book, but I think I’m making up in my lack of fiction reading by overdosing on non-fiction (that and the subject matter is so intriguing to me).

There’s a lot of psychological issues tied up in accumulating items, being unable to throw things away, and allowing dirt to build up in your home, as well as not tending to things that need repair in the house, all things I’m discovering as I turn page by page.

I’m going to have most of the book read by the end of the week I’m sure, and along with it I’ll have a sure-fire plan to organise and throw out heaps of unnecessary stuff in our house. Watch this space!

And just, not-so-quietly… how great are libraries? Like, you borrow something, enjoy it, and then return it for somebody else to gain satisfaction from…

And it’s all for free! πŸ˜πŸ‘

#1457 The diary

I have a PLAN.

There are so many of you that will roll your eyes here… and I DON’T CARE.

Because today was the first day of implementation, and already things are working.

I’ve worked out how to succeed.

How to get ahead in life.

How to make your dreams come true.

And all you need, is…

A DIARY.

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(Along with a hefty dose of passion, determination, and resilience, but eh).

I needed a place to organise my writing goals and thoughts. I realised it was all in my head, and my 58 to-do lists were not quite doing their job. Sure they reminded me of what I had to do, but they weren’t really making me accountable and tracking what I did each day.

Insert, the DIARY.

I bought the above ‘buffalo diary’ from Typo a couple weeks back. It displays a week per two-page spread, and my plan is to look at my week ahead from my fridge monthly planner (planners EVERYWHERE), see what days I’m not travelling or with appointments, and then slot in times through the week in my DIARY to do writing-related things and work on freelancing.

It is soooo simple. Things like this are the necessary first step to making things happen… it is so clear to me now. Today I opened the week to see what was on today’s page, and guess what?

I actually worked on what was listed for today.

A bloody miracle. No procrastination either.

And another little motivator for me (other than my eventual success and world-wide stardom?)

Stickers.

Each time I complete the task subscribed to me that day, I’m going to put a little star next to my diary entry…

Like in school. Tee hee hee. Maybe a gold one too. To match the front cover lettering. 🌟

 

 

 

#1454 All photo’d up

So this might seem like a boring one to some, but I was rapt to catch up on a lot of photo stuff today.

I am now up-to-date on all my photos (up to the beginning of Feb 2020), meaning they have been uploaded to a digital cloud, downloaded onto my computer, and then backed-up to an external hard drive.

I have to do this you see, this long and lengthy chain of photo organisation, because I have so much.

So many photos.

And I refuse to pay cloud services extra beyond their whatever amount of free GB they give me… so as I approach the storage maximum and start getting warnings, I start –

Download. Back up. Delete.

REPEAT.

I delete the ones I have backed up, and make room on the cloud for more photos to be uploaded.

You may think I sound so super organised, but trust me, months before I got my new phone last year, I was in a 2 month frenzy to upload approximately 8000 photos from mine and Hubbie’s phones.

Then I hadn’t been organised.

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Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash

And it took so long because both our phones were crashing in the upload process. It wasn’t automatic like now. Now I don’t do anything and my phone just magically sends anything I’ve taken into that virtually, almost limitless place in the sky… πŸ˜‰

My plan is to do all of this at the end of each month. Then I won’t have a massive backlog of 1000s of photos and phones crashing and me stressing I am going to lose precious photos.

I can’t lose photos!

My only problem now is… developing.

Do you still develop photos, so you have them in print? Do you prefer to keep them in digital copy, like on disc or USB to trawl through when you feel? Or are photo books more your thing?

I am genuinely curious, because although I may be up-to-date with the whole upload/download/back-up/delete thing, I can honestly tell you that I am 4 years behind in the OTHER process.

2016. That is where I am up to in developing. I am ‘old school,’ and like to see and feel the photos, but can’t help thinking of my Mum’s words when I think of the lifetime of photos I have and will continue to accumulate… “You need a separate house for all of that!”

Doesn’t mean I will stop taking them.

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Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

#1439 The toy clean-out

Can you believe from the hours of 1pm to almost 6pm, with two breaks for lunch and coffee, I spent the time cleaning out and sorting baby girl’s toys?

Ashamedly, not even all of them. Today we tackled the area called the family room – it has the second ‘kid’ TV, my computer and desk where I do ALL my writing, and to the side of me, her ‘small’ play area.

Only it wasn’t so small when we started today. It had grown huge and out of control.

Baby girl was fabulous. Funnily enough, culling toys and taking everything out of boxes to reassess and work out if it needs to go in the throw, keep or donate pile, is actually a fun task for kids when you get them involved… they end up discovering a whole lot of stuff they’d forgotten about. Throughout the day baby girl ended up playing with new and re-discovered toys constantly while I kept interrupting her with “hey, focus… keep or throw?”

I kept her involved, because I like to keep her happy.

But when she goes back to school, I am going to focus on the out of reach spot in her cupboard and those A-Z drawers in her room that she isn’t as well acquainted with…

And cull it all. Mwa ha ha.

Today she was absolutely brilliant in her brutal ability to say ‘throw’ for things that honestly, I hesitated and asked “really?” about too many times that I care to admit.

And to have gotten rid of so much stuff is honestly liberating… and now, EXHAUSTING. 😴

 

 

#1378 Squeezing in the tree on Saturday night

Today was my off day, my break from doing something, anything.

Actually it was imposed upon me. I didn’t choose to catch a cold just before December. But alas Rudolph nose, flemmy throat and snots galore are here to give me festive cheer.

Let’s not forget the bouts of weakness interspersed with aches and pains. Nooo.Β 

I would have much rather been entertaining family and friends… but shit happens.

I was, and still am, out for the count.

But I got inspired, for a moment. Hubble was going crazy moving pots and plants outside, and then moving furniture inside the house…

So I asked him to take some big bags out for me from under the stairs…

And we put up the Christmas tree! πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ€ΆπŸŽ

Yes, on the 23rd of November, thank you very much.

Baby girl then told me that her school bestie already had put up her tree, and I was like “shame on us for taking so long!”

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Before anyone has a heart attack… it’s JUST the tree. The bare basics. I have all our Christmas bags and decorations in corners of the room to tend to throughout the week.

Because this is, a process. A journey. I like to take my time, put the baubles up with care, hang decorations from the ceiling, and light up the walls wherever I go… to Buble, Mariah and Sia contemporarily caroling in the background. 🎢

It is an experience to be enjoyed.

I don’t do it early, just because I want to. I do it because I’m usually really busy in the first week of December. And having done the same last year and put up the tree in late November, I felt so in front, and so organised with Christmas… that now it’s a thing.

Once the tree was up however, I was on the couch passed out again. Just as well I do this slowly…

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#1376 Clearing her early artwork

Here’s something no one probably knows about me.

I have kept every single piece of artwork that baby girl has EVER brought home from kinder and primary school.

EVER.

Now you may not think this is much, her being nearly at the end of prep and all and still so early into her education… but if you combine this year, with her 3 and 4 year-old years of kinder, and top that with the knowledge that baby girl LOVES painting and crafty things and even made it her subconscious mission to bring home about 2-3 artworks per day when she was at kinder, well that equates to one impressive collection.

I have kept it all, sure. But the place I have been shoving it all into (i.e. spare cupboard) is bursting at the seams with this art, and I for one had to find another way.

Enter the phone, and the idea.

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I couldn’t part with these artworks, I just couldn’t. But at the same time I HAD SO MANY. At this rate I should have bought the house next door just to accommodate her take-home stuff, and that would have been one expensive storage solution.

So I decided to do with her artwork, what I do with all those photos I take that I don’t develop.

I store them digitally.

I set about today taking photos of every single piece of her art from kinder years. I’ll get to primary school in due time πŸ˜‰ I lay them out and snapped away, throwing out piles and piles of paper to feed the recycling bin, while I kept what is a minutely small pile in comparison.

Well I have to keep something, duh.

I feel better already. And though it’s only the beginning of my clearing process, the weight has already begun to lift off my shoulders…

 

 

#1225 Sunday Our Day no. 4

Late this afternoon Hubbie and I tackled an upstairs bedroom that has been housing all kinds of stuff: and we got started clearing, tidying, and organising.

We felt so good when we stopped to make dinner. Two hours had passed, and although we weren’t entirely complete, it was looking so much better.

And it was almost like the sunset smiled down on us for our efforts, with the horizon giving us a multi-coloured hue of happiness for all we had done.

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Sundays done our way. πŸ™‚

#1118 Getting my shit together on March the 8th

To the immaculate woman.

To the wild woman.Β 

To the one that smiles politely and only engages in conversation when asked.

To the one who speaks her mind and doesn’t put a zip on it.

To the woman who is a stay-at-home Mum and has spit on her shoulder most of the day.

To the mother who has gone back to work almost immediately and feels massive amounts of guilt.

To the woman with immaculate nails.

To the woman who didn’t brush her hair this morning.

To the girl who runs with the boys and kicks the ball harder than they do.

To the girl in the corner playing shyly with dolls.

To the girl who wants to be a pirate when she grows up.

To the girl who wants to be a princess.

To the girl who acts like a ‘girl.’

To the girl act that acts like… whatever the hell she wants.

To the woman who has her shit together.

To the woman, who is getting her shit together, seemingly, EVERY DAY…

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That is, Me. My bedroom today. And that is a tidy picture of my progress.

On this day the 8th of March, I went upstairs and hauled myself into action. Sorting through boxes of stuff, throwing things out, putting them in order… Marie Fondo-Schmondo you ain’t getting your tiny hands on my piles, as I am keeping most of them.

To the organised, and to the hoarder.

I’ve actually been throwing things out slowly over the past year and half, hence why today was more about organisation rather than expelling. I have sent Hubbie to Vinnie’s with piles of donations so often, we joke that one day he will enter and they will have his photo framed up on their wall. So I do know how to purge…

I just do it my way. At my pace.

To the women who make their own rules, and to those who follow them.

Going through piles of stuff today, both useless and nostalgic, and ‘one day’ items, I thought a lot about women. How different we all are. How often we are told to be a certain way.

‘Toughen up.’

‘Be more ladylike.’

‘Why are you so bossy?’

‘You like that?’

‘Clean up this way. ‘

‘You should follow this book.’

‘Why do you feed your child that?’

‘I wish you weren’t a wallflower.’

‘Lower your voice.’

‘You can’t say that!’

I think there is no greater opportunity than today, to think of all the women we know, to celebrate them and congratulate them, and to support those little women amongst us who are starting out, learning through us and through life, and show them that no matter what they want to be, IT IS OK.

ALL WOMEN should be celebrated. Not just the ones we are told to celebrate.

Not just the athletes.

Not just the working ones.

Not just the together women.

Not just the smiley ladies.

But to celebrate, also…

The ones who get up and fail and still try again.

The ones who are floating from job to job and can’t quite find their passion in life.

The ones whose house is never clean.

The ones who fight so hard to put a smile on their face, when all they want to do is cry.

I salute you all.

Happy International Women’s day, to ALL the women.

Even you, Marie Kondo πŸ˜‰

#1094 Rainy (rained on) Day Rules

You know how they say the heavens wait for school drop-off and pick-up for them to open?

They ain’t wrong.

See, baby girl was alright. I got her into class as the light drizzle began, thinking that’s all it would eventuate to… a steady drizzle.

How about a steady onslaught.

Because that’s what it felt like. The rain got heavier and heavier, falling with greater intensity as I made my way back to the car, first speed walking, then running.

It felt like someone had turned the dial up on the rain-o-meter, such was the change in nanoseconds, from raining, to shitting cats and dogs.

I got into the car with a sigh, huff and puff… soaked.

How do you move on and regain composure from such an event?

Home-made coffee…and Freddie Mercury.

Now it was ME turning up the dial. I particularly liked Queen’s version of ‘I want to break free’ at Wembley Stadium.

1:53. “Oh how I want to be free baby, oh how I want to break free… oh how I want to break free.”

Guitar. Oh so good. The crazy Wintery wind that has thrown itself on our Sumner season masked the thumping walls and my warbled tone.

Soon, as the wind continued its rampaging around the house and the rain started its downpour AGAIN, I felt the urge for some necessary rainy day activities.

Photos.

I haven’t filed away photos since 2013. No jokes. Today I was putting away, in order, photos of my pregnancy and the first 3 months of baby girl, such is the volume of photos I have.

Hundreds. Thousands. I am not kidding. I had them packed away in a box upstairs, and fuelled by the weather unleashing around me and telling me it was definitely one of those ‘home days,’ I tended to a long-standing task, and felt absolutely terrific afterwards.

Did I finish? I told you there were thousands. The answer, HELL NO. But I have started, and a start is as good a place as any to begin something that you have held off on for 6 years.

Despite doing these things that made me happy, it seems the rain that had poured onto me after school drop-off, along with all these recent never-ending early mornings, my ‘almost’ sickness of the weekend and baby girl’s primary school sniffles, well it ALL caught up to me… I officially have the cold.

Sniff.

What could I do then, in the evening to make things that much more bearable and easier to deal with?

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I shouldn’t just have a bath when I’m sick. That, I know. But it was something that occurred to me, that I needed time out, a place to be warm, a site of refuge, and the bath was the first thing that came to mind, though it isn’t something I am able to do often… a fact I wish to change.

And you know what? By the end of my watery paradise, I had even forgotten I was sick.

(Until 15 minutes after I was dry, and my nose/head/body reminded me again).

I guess my point is, you don’t need to write off your day with one bad incident that may occur at the beginning of it. There is always room to turn it around, make it better, with conscious effort and a positive mind.

Being free with music. Organising myself inside and out. And calming my body and soul with water. They are all things that made me happy today, despite anything else that may have tried to hinder it.

Let’s face it… I was hindered… but I turned those setbacks into great memories by purposefully seeking out ways to make me happy.

Creating a bevy of uplifting memories for my day.

And that is the point. πŸ™‚

 

 

 

 

 

#1029 Getting the Chrissy list sorted

You know where most of the pain of buying Christmas presents comes from?

It’s not from finding the time, or even trying to find the money for it… but rather, it’s knowing WHAT to buy.

That is the real work.

I have about a third of the presents from my list bought already. And that is only 9 days into December.

But better than that, is that I know every single thing that I will be buying for the rest of my list, except for a handful of people.

That is pretty awesome.

The only thing holding me back from going out and buying everything, is of course, time and money…

$$$

And for the other few I have left… I still have 16 days to go before Christmas arrives.

16 days to get organised for just a couple more!

Woo hoo, I’m feeling good πŸ™‚

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