I recently wrote about decluttering your beauty stash. Part of the point of writing that was, of course, to give myself the necessary kick up the backside to start Sorting Stuff Out and generally unfuck my habitat.
This week I have been tackling the Drawer of Shite. I am sure you have a Drawer of Shite too. Everybody does. I have many. So, plenty to work with there.
This particular drawer contains course notes and paperwork from media training courses I ran about 10 years ago. I used to really enjoy running them, but then I didn’t, so then I stopped.
There was a big pile of feedback forms lurking in a folder in the drawer. I held on to these because most people used to enjoy the courses as much as I did. They’d write nice feedback and give me 10 out of 10 for a job well done. Of course, sod’s law dictates that when I fished out the forms this week, the one that caught my eye was when some unpleasable wreck had marked me down to a 6 out of 10. Instant misery.
A big focus of the Marie Kondo system of decluttering is that you should only have things in your life that Spark Joy. I can only imagine what she would say about pieces of paper with the ability to reach up from 10 years in the past, fix you with an icy finger of doom and make you feel like crap.
So all that stuff had to go. I ended up holding the papers out at arm’s length, so if there were any more messages of misery, at least I couldn’t see them as I ripped them into tiny pieces.
And now the Drawer of Shite is pretty much clear. I have several more where that came from, so this is likely to be an ongoing saga. The thought that keeps me focused is: Do I want my children to have to deal with this when I’m gone? And the answer is usually no, so I deal with it now.
On a less gloomy note, I have been using up my beauty product samples and am now down to a mere 19 in my collection. Big woo. Go me. The saga continues…