I’ve always had a bit of a thing for organizing. It brings out my (never very well-hidden) inner control freak.
I used to take a lot of pleasure at looking at my carefully arranged clutter, my well-housed junk and my orderly rubbish. At no point did I ever pause to think if I should even be keeping this stuff, let alone putting so much time and effort into arranging it beautifully.
I used to browse for organization boxes and containers the way some women browse for shoes.
And all the time, I was fixing the wrong problem. It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough storage, it was that I had too much clutter.
Clutter is cunning. It can con you into thinking that it’s vital stuff that only needs a home to magically become useful.
Clutter is guilt-inducing. It can trick you into thinking that you have been lax in not tidying or organising to get the optimum use out of your stuff.
And most of all, clutter is devious. It can pretend to be useful when it’s tidied out of sight, in labelled boxes, ready to be used. When? Oh, let me think – never!
I had an epiphany some time ago when I finally got rid of some pretty boxes and storage bags. I was finding that the more storage I had, the more I wanted to fill it. So instead of focusing on the stuff, I reduced the amount of storage containers. This epiphany happened about three weeks after I bought three new cute containers (they were boxes that fitted inside each other like little Babushka dolls!) and then realised I was scratching around for things to fill them with – really not the point.
The Minimalists write that ‘organizing is well planned hoarding’ and I think there is a lot of truth in that. I’m all for organizing but I want to make sure what I’m organizing is of actual value and not just something I want out of sight.
Anyone else ever hear the siren call of the organization boxes?! Have a great week 😊