I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. - Eminem
As some personal things weigh heavily on my mind and in my heart, I've found little or no success in trying to control my surroundings. In fact, I'm feeling so out-of-control that I can hardly control feeling that way. Letting go is easier said than done, every single time. It doesn't matter how much I've let go and set free, I still seem unprepared for the next inevitable release.
I have so much on my plate at the moment, I can barely see the plate. ~ "The (plate) is a dot to you." Friends reference for Peachy. ~ As winter approaches, I've instinctively found ways to "control" my own environment. Earlier in November I spent an entire day clearing out clutter (letting go) and organizing parts of my living space. That helped my well-being tremendously. This past weekend -- in between many dog-care duties -- I spent another day organizing my closet.
We'll see how long it stays this way. I've never had enough shelving or drawers or chair space for my clothes. So most of what I own gets lost at the bottom of piles. I tend to wear the same things on a week to week basis. With this cleaning/organizing spree, whatever didn't fit, didn't stay. And I mean, whatever didn't fit in the closet! There's no room and no reason for excess.
No yard sales for me. I just donated everything. My roommate had first dibs. Come to find out, there were a few items that really came in handy for him. Who knew the cassette adapter for CD players would work perfectly well with his iPod? He was even excited to find a pair of sunglasses. Apparently they were his, and he had declared them missing. [now I know how to make him happy -- hide something of his and watch the excitement grow as he stumbles across it six months later. hey, works for me too!]
Anyway, I feel much better now when I open the closet door and actually see all my choices without having to dig and guess and wrinkle and stuff back into small cubbies. Does anyone notice how many pairs of Pumas are in there? And would you believe there's another pair in the front closet? Can't seem to let them go. Love my Pumas!
My mission was to find shelving -- any kind. I'm not picky. I'd love to build my own, but that's a little too involved, especially for a 'temporary' apartment. How about those hanging shelves, huh? I didn't even know this kind of thing existed. Gotta love Ross. Two wide hanging shelves for shirts, sweaters, etc., and one deep, sturdy 10-shelf hanging shoe and accessory holder -- $20,00 total. I just hope the racks can hold all that weight. At the very least, I may have to take a crash course in installing reinforcements. Oh, and I bought a laundry holder -- perfectly sized for my bathroom. Holds three loads. Five bucks! What's not to feel good about?
Oh, update about the cancer-client-doggie -- Surgery was a success. She's having a speedy recovery. I'm still sitting with her on days her mom works late. Her scar is traumatic-looking. So invasive. Spans at least half of her body from back to belly. I hadn't seen it all the time I was with her. She was wrapped in bandages and covered with a shirt. She started coming to the dogpark with us again this week. And she's doing amazingly well. In fact, she seems to have more energy and more desire to play and socialize. She roams the park like she always has. But there's a little more spunk in her these days.