I’m sitting in my room/shed with the door wide open, tonnes of light coming in through my windows, The Coasters’ ‘Along Came Jones’ playing, and a bourbon and coke on the go. Honestly, I don’t normally like bourbon, but it’s ok and very cold, which is needed post Afternoon of Sorting My Room Out. How can one person accumulate so much stuff in only 20 years? Well, probably more like 10, I suppose, which is worse!

This is a small room, with barely enough space for my double bed, drawers and wardrobe. There is not much left for storage so I’m having to be very ruthless about what I keep, and crafty about how to store those things. I will have enough room for a desk, providing it’s not too deep as I’d still need to walk between it and the bed. I could put my computer and some paperwork on there, plus have a small set of drawers underneath.

And guess what? I still have many more boxes in storage! Most of which have been there for about a year and half! Obviously most of that stuff I am planning on getting rid of (garage sale, anyone?), but I know there are sentimental things I will want to keep. Trouble is, I’m a very sentimental person. A beautiful card I was given one birthday long ago? Better keep that. Pre-school notebooks with my odd drawings of people (a large circle with a smaller circle on top and very long legs and arms) and other things? Oh my, can’t throw that out!

Though I must say that I am much better at letting go of possessions than I used to be. I know I will be able to rid myself of most of them, in time. When I finally start going through those boxes one day, in the future sometime, probably not this weekend or next.

Maybe I can use the incentive of making money from selling my things to motivate me to look through them all?

It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? No, I will, honestly. I’ll get it all done, weeded out to a few boxes. Big boxes, that is.