Last weekend, I found a home for 6 bundle of new laminate shingles, multiple boxes of random drywall screws, an extra Hitachi skill saw…. stuff. (thank you Ryan and Nicole)!
Earlier in the week a picker stopped, bought the John Deere #52) 2 bottom plow, the John Deere oats drop seeder, 2) 6 pane window frames, 2 steel wheels, a rocking chair, an old clock we’d inherited from an great aunt that didn’t work, a handsaw with a picture painted on it…bla bla bla…
When I started purging four weeks ago, I discovered 3….THREE push mowers that didn’t work! They were tucked in various buildings on the property. One of them had a Honda motor, so I listed all 3 for $20, had a buyer come from 2 hours away to pick them up.
The corn crib where I park my truck has 7 different rooms, each needing to be purged. Plastic garbage bags of beer cans, not mine/ not that it makes any difference), 8 construction signs for my business , a wooden file cabinet, 4 broken shovels, a large entertainment center made out of particle board daughter #3 left behind when she moved out last time, large card board box the torpedo heater came in, busted Styrofoam packing and cardboard I’d drug home with the intention of using for packing if I ever sold a harvest table that needed shipping, (2) 20 foot long vinyl”super” siding corners that have been hanging on the wall since we sided our house in the late 1990′s, several random pieces of wood trim.
The red building we use for baby chicks has also become a holding area for stuff. 3 pieces of lattice, 3 small animal cages, empty feed sacks, a large chicken feeder I never use, scrap lumber, straw chaff, apple crates, bla bla bla…
The grey barn, well, I’m not done, but it is 70% better than a month ago. Our garage, used to be a house. It has 2 rooms upstairs, and 3 down full of goodies.
Too good to throw away, but year after year, season after season, just sitting around collecting dust.
I am on a roll. I’ve already converted over $1000 worth of stuff into cash.
There is something in the human heart that is drawn to stuff.
I hate clutter, but you’d never know it if you stuck your head in my office (or storage room).
Once in a while I meet a person who doesn’t seem to battle this impulse to acquire, but they are a rare bird. And most of us, if truth be told, have at least one room ( closet, cupboard, vehicle, purse or basement) that you would be embarrassed to let others see, unless you had time to straighten it up.
Don’t look at me like that
It’s part of the human condition, so relax.
I have only one life to live.
My time is my life.
When I buy some random bobble, bring home some free chunk of this or that, then have to move it, organize it, take pictures of it, list it on Craigslist, or eventually pitch it, what I’m really doing is trading my life to shuffle stuff.
I’ve noticed a lightness in my heart as I continue to downsize, clean and organize the clutter out in our buildings. It is palatable, and it dawned on my the other day as I was whittling down the pile of cardboard, chicken feathers, dust, beer cans and things that defied simple categories, I have to be the one to deal with this stuff.
We can’t de-clutter other people’s messes. The pattern of saving and acquiring stuff is a heart issue. (Separate from but interrelated to the issue of poor organization)
I wouldn’t describe me as a hoarder.
My issue is more of being too much in a hurry, not having a realistic amount of time it takes to do certain things.
To use a word that has fallen out of modern usage, I am doing the work of repentance again today in the area of stuff.
To repent: a change of heart/ a change of direction.
Taken from "I Also Live on A Farm" blog -