I think clutter accumulates because we get distracted with what we own, refocus on new shinies, and forget about what will become little more than background noise in our minds. I am sharing these photos in a public venue, with only minimal censorship of labels, so reader and writer can observe this downsizing project for what it is, and, so by the end, we can see the physical process as well as my learning process.
I write daily because I want to improve my writing.
“I’ve noticed an improvement in your writing since then.” “I have as well.” I included that, not-insignificantly for a humble-brag, because when we do things daily over long periods of time, we tend to get better at them. My fitness has improved as I’ve exercised. As my eyes wander over my living and dining room areas, where when I can’t think of what to write next my eyes will wander to the bagged hats that take up the top shelves of these bookshelves, or my mind might wander to wonder: Why do I still have that blue painter’s tape on these shelves? They don’t look great.
I look over the computers that I’ve been meaning to donate.
I have a plan for the TV on the right. The TV on the left might just go to a local hardware recycling place. The list could go on. If I were to, instead, be holed up in a bedroom, facing a wall, my idle thinking wouldn’t land upon the big project I’ve endeavored upon myself over the course of my lease in the apartment-mansion, and I might be tempted to regress my progress. It’s easy to distract yourself with entertainment. It’s tough to dedicate time each day, or more likely a few times a week, to complete a task like looking through a miscellaneous box to see what’s inside. That’s boring and tedious.
Why not browse some social media aggregator instead?
These photos can also pinpoint where exactly I am in a particular task. I wrote recently about downsizing my VHS collection for the third time. I’m almost done with that. Next will be the fourth more exacerbated inspection, now that they’re not hidden in bags in the storage room. Boxes, bags, and other means of storage lie to us. When we have everything neatly stored in one area, we don’t think about them, yet as I discovered after I moved everything into the apartment-mansion and waded through everything: I don’t like nearly as much as I thought. I’ve almost always had a donation pile going now.
You don’t know until you pass the precipice.
Rephrased: You don’t know what you don’t know until you pass over the precipice of knowledge that is gained through the experience that you uncover from having done the thing that will teach you.
That unit of measurement could be one downsize per day or one X per Y.
Never look back with shame for having not known.
You just didn’t know.
|Quotes: [1,2] Someone, then me.|
|Sources: My personal experiences.|
|Inspirations: Studying hoarding, and thinking about how I’ve set up a system for these bookshelves, where they look like chaos but they’re increasingly more organized. Also, an unexpected guest over to the apartment-mansion made me realize that though things are presentable, I’m still not there.|
|Related: Other Downsizing Zeal essays.|
Above: Dining room, which is just outside my purview.
Below: Downsizing racks with some progress.
|Written On: April 19th [25 minutes]|
|Last Edited: First draft; final draft for the Internet.|