I’ve been living with less than 100 personal items for more than a decade now. I know my life and my children’s lives are the better for it. I am calmer and wealthier without the clutter. Less stressed.
[exhibit A: I recently helped a friend clean out a room in her basement that had been collecting dust, and it turns out, mice for about 20 years. As we decluttered and vacuumed and scrubbed, she kept exclaiming, “Oh, this feels so wonderful!” “It feels like I am getting my life back!” “This was so overwhelming, I just ignored it.” Bonus–we found a valuable family heirloom that had been missing for 15 years.]
I do still have the goal of eventually having only 100 items all together. But this is not an achievement for the head of a household. That will have to wait until the kids have left home.
I feel that I still have room to grow in the “having enough time” category.
[exhibit B: Since 1985 when I started nursing school with a toddler in tow, I have kept a lengthy “To Do” list. This past year, I wrote a proposal for, created, practiced and presented at a national convention. I studied for and passed my Hospice Certification Exam. I maintained a blog and home full of teenagers. I helped my daughter prepare for college and drove her there with all her stuff. I took my middle son on a 2,300 mile, eight-day college tour. I have a job that pays for all that. I marketed my book.]
What I intend to do for the next year, is live without a “To Do” list. I will still take care of the kids and the house. I will still work out three to four times per week and work on my novel those days as well. But I intend to take it a little easier. More naps on the couch. More library books. More visits with friends.
If I see something that needs to be done….I’ll do it. But if I can’t do it right away I will not write it down on a list. If I forget, I guess it wasn’t that important.
This whole idea seems decadently luxurious.