We have a good bit of clutter in our house. A lot of it is semi-controlled: We have a box in the front hall where most of the shoes land as we come in the door, and another for corralling scarves, mittens, hats, etc. (actually being used this winter!). Almost all of the kids’ clothes that are in their dressers fit them at this time, even if they are shoved into the drawers haphazardly.
There’s lots of clutter that’s not really controlled at all: The toys spend a good deal of time strewn around the floor no matter how many different ways I try to organize them in easy-to-put-away systems. Our art supplies (especially the coloring books) are threatening to take over the house and need to be weeded. And don’t even get me started on our bookshelves.
All of this, though, I manage to live with without too much stress. I organize a little when I have time, inclination, and a reasonable idea about how to proceed. Otherwise, I live with the clutter. Toys are just going to be out because they are there to be played with, not to sit in their bins. My husband and I can usually find the books we want if we look carefully enough. Life creates clutter, and that’s that.
The clutter that I seem to have the most trouble with, though, is clutter I don’t even see on a regular basis. It’s the things that I’ve saved for one reason or another, they build up, and I only notice them when I need to add to their ranks…birthday cards, music programs, car maintenance paperwork, etc. There’s no reason why this stuff should bug me as much as it does. Life creates clutter. I go through it when I can. It clutters up more. The cycle continues.
I think I feel like it’s hanging over me because some of it has been around for so long…I have at least a few letters from elementary school and all my dance recital programs starting from 1st grade. Another contributor to the stress may be the impending possibility of moving this summer…we still won’t know for a while yet, but we are slowly starting to get things ready to move, and that brings the clutter to the forefront. I’m sure another reason is because I like to organize, but I don’t seem to have the knack for it that others do…just like my Pinterest board (that I don’t remember how to log into) will never have more than about 10 pins, I’m never going to have my house perfectly organized.
Whatever the reason, I’m trying to stop stressing out about it now. Life creates clutter. Yes, it sometimes needs to be pruned, corralled, and kept in line. But it’s not worth spending my mental energy on worrying about the clutter instead of the things that make life life. Playing and reading with my kids. Hanging out with my husband. Reading and writing and knitting. Doing the daily chores that make the household work. Baking a special dessert. Writing letters to friends.
Yes, the file cabinet and the boxes of cards will stay on my “to-do” radar. But I’m saying no to trying to have or keep everything in perfect order. There’s too much other life to live.