Today is Day 11 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.
J is for Junk
It’s said that one person’s junk is another person’s treasure. Now that I am a “senior”, I am noticing that more and more of my treasures are in fact junk.
One of the favourite pastimes Bill and I have always shared was going to flea markets, yard sales and places like Goodwill, on the lookout for treasures in the junk. And we have found some treasures. The hug oil painting of water and tree for $30, the heart shaped boxes I use for jewelry.
My own children though have always just called it all junk and threatened to throw it all out when I went in a home. That very thing happened to my mother, even though I tried to stop my siblings from treating her things like junk. She was devastated. We all need to deal with our own “stuff” ourselves.
Marie Kondo, in her decluttering book “The Life-Changing Magic of TidyingUp”, stresses the importance of loving what you own. One of her first tasks is to hold each and every item you own and decide if you LOVE it. That would take me a long time to do, especially the books.
I know I do have to declutter – especially my school supplies/books. After almost 4 years of retirement, I am still holding on to files, books and games. It is so hard to let go of my identity as a teacher – and these things symbolize that for me.
But, I must admit, I do feel weighted down by the “junk” at times, especially as we have become holders of our parents treasures as well. Even I can see that many of the reassures we bought years ago are now just dust collectors. Time to be ruthless; time to square my shoulders and begin a purge.