I have a real sense of needing to sort our belongings at the moment. The infamous ‘Spring clean’ is hovering over me, and I am itching to organise and throw away any unwanted and unused things.
This feeling was only compounded when my folks came last week with a whole boot-full of bits. From college essays, to old Christmas cards and mementoes, there were boxes and bags of memories, and pieces of my past.
We haven’t even managed to sort through all the things we moved from the last house to this one yet. We didn’t get a chance to properly sort and throw anything away before we moved, so we moved it all with us. Stuff from the attic that hadn’t been used for the 6 years we lived there. If we’ve not missed it or needed in that time, we probably don’t need it now.
It can be a challenge working out what is important to hang on to, and what is ok to throw away. As a child I kept absolutely everything, even all my birthday cards each year. I don’t think hanging on to everything is healthy though. It leaves you no space for anything new, no room to look forward, if you are full of the past.
A friend recently told me she was reading something about this very topic, and the advice was, if it doesn’t make you happy let it go.
Of course, there are useful things to keep hold of too. Amongst the boxes that my parents brought with them were twenty My Little Ponies, a stable, Majesty’s’ castle and lots of accessories including clothes my sister and I made for our pony friends. Now ‘useful’ may not be the best word, but Bailey (and myself) have already had lots of fun playing with them, dressing them up and brushing their hair. They will definitely get loved all over again.
It has felt really good to be busy cathartically sorting and throwing things away. A big box has gone to a charity shop and another to the tip. There is still more sorting to do, but I definitely feel lighter – there is now space for new things.
One of the little pieces of happy I am hanging on to, is a car clock from the first Singer car my Grandad Geoffrey bought once he was married to Grandma Grace. It’s now sitting where I can see it daily. The note in the first picture, which is a little ‘how to’ zig zag stitch in my Grandma’s writing, is definitely a keeper too. I am following that good advice, and holding on to what makes me smile, but letting the rest of it gently go.