[Moving Zeal] Decluttering My Mindset

I hate how much garbage I collected. It’s stuff like junk mail that I didn’t immediately toss out that really upsets me. I’m mad at how bad I had gotten at organizing. I’m seeing progress after filling recycling bins with papers and plastics that weren’t even valuable and filling my garbage bin with junk. That progress is like taking off VR goggles and reacquainting myself with reality, eyes bloodshot, but able to see everything clearer.

See that yellow Mario box?

Every piece of that Mario magnet set scattered into clutter. As I found pieces, then the box, all that was left was the Koopa Troopa. I’d thought, as I put the box near my magnet collection, about how there’d be no way I could find that little guy in a clutter so massive. Was it already packed up? What if, despite my careful consideration, it landed in the trash or recycling? Looming senses of self-loathing seeped in.

How could I let it get this bad?

Then I found it!


That’s the sort of psychological anxiety that’s been weighing me down more than the decluttering. I’m surprisingly OK with throwing out or recycling things that even three months I saw fit to keep. It’s like a switch flipped in my brain. Now I can call trash by its real name. It’s a petty example of the Art of War: learning about your enemy and yourself will better enable your victory.

The process is becoming simpler.

Clear off a table completely. This is your empty workspace. Do not leave anything on the table overnight or for hours at a time. If you can, fold it up, put it away, and only use it for sorting. It should be sturdy enough to hold a box load of clutter or a drawer that needs addressing.

Then it’s like this:

  1. Dump everything onto the table.
  2. Group by like items.
  3. Recycle what’s recyclable.
  4. Trash the trash.
  5. Keep what you must.
  6. Donate what’s irrelevant.

It starts slow, then quickly escalates, so don’t mind that to begin you’re keeping everything. Maybe all you’re doing is compacting space, by grouping like-items together, and throwing out the junk mail and old receipts you’d kept for who knows why? Then you might see something that you kept for some memory that’s turned negative.

Doesn’t it feel too good to trash something like that?

Then there’s stuff like that Koopa Troopa; validation for all the work I’ve put into preliminary sorting. There are times where, even now, I want nothing more than to just pack everything into boxes and deal with it after the move/never. The overwhelming fits of anger will consume me. I don’t want to deal with all of this moving anymore. Just trash everything that isn’t vitally important! It’s anguishing. I’m exhausted! I’m sick! I hate all this!

Then a little Koopa Troopa says hello. The set is complete!

I rejoiced in a feeling of elation. I’m still materialistic.

It’s just now, the trash goes in the trash.

Quotes: The introductory sentences were originally something I wrote, but I nuked it while editing the essay, mainly for clarity.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: Capturing that elation as well as the overall brutality of decluttering.
Related: Other Moving Zeal essays.
Photos: The cluttered mess is my sorting table. They do this in thrift stores and it’s something I’m learning to do. Ideally, I’d clear off the table daily, but then the unsorted clutter will just go into the same boxes as before as I get distracted with other stuff to sort through, so I’m almost brute forcing myself to address the mess that’s in front of me on the table. The problem is I get too distracted and won’t actually address it, which is why putting things in boxes might be the way to go, or at least had been, so maybe this is part of the mental discipline of decluttering? I’ll report my findings as I find them… in the clutter.
Written On: December 20th [24 minutes] – Written in two bursts on my phone.
Last Edited: December 22nd [less time] – Substantial re-editing to tighten the word choice, and in particular, increase the dramatic punchiness of finding the magnet:

My big goal is writing. My most important goal is writing "The Story." All other goals should work toward that central goal. My proudest moment is the most recent time I overcame some fear, which should have been today. I'm a better zombie than I was yesterday. I'm not better than you and you're not better than me. Let's strive to be better every day.