Order out of chaos.
It’s that time of year. Spring. And my half of our clothes closet is a mess. As usual. Just ask Zen-Den.
So I’ve decided to be strong, be decisive, be ruthless… and sort through my clothes. And accessories. Because it’s not doing me any good having all this stuff piled up hither and yon.
I crave a calm, organized closet. Angst-free.
Encourage or discourage?
But here’s the issue, when I start to organize anything in our home I hear my late mother’s voice telling me three of her stock phrases. The woman was nothing if not consistent. And cautious.
- Waste not, want not.
- Be careful.
- Think it through.
So then after acknowledging that these phrases are bouncing around inside my mind, I become so filled with doubt that I do not do that which I set out to do. And the closet… or the basement… or the junk drawer remain messy.
Stumbling over the past.
It’s the oddest thing. I can let go of outdated ideas with ease. I can move on from rotten relationships as needed. But when it comes to objects that I’ve bought or inherited, I have difficulty deciding what to do with them.
Begging the question: how do you un-program that which a well-intentioned mother who grew up during the Depression programmed into you?
There must be an override switch somewhere, right?