You know when you dig thru a dresser drawer and discover a long lost favorite sweater? The one you wore almost every day, whether you needed to or not. The one that you made your own personal style, and somewhere you lost it and didn’t even realize how much you missed it. Well, I am not talking about a sweater, I am talking about something much more intimate.
As long as I can remember I kept a planner of some sort. It started with the free little calendars I picked up at Hallmark each year (do they still make those?), or the checkbook size one I received in my stocking at Christmas. I jotted down my oh so important moments that only a junior high school girl could understand. I tracked everything (the mundane to the deeply personal. I wasn’t a diary kind of girl but I liked to have a place and time of my day to chronicle my life. As I left college many years later, I evolved to a real agenda planner, in all shapes and sizes and delighted with glee opening (today we call unboxing) my new year’s agenda kit of calendars, tabs, dividers and etc., laying out like a world map of possibilities on how I can organize and create a sacred space of my daily life.
Now with the digital age I have long lost my way from paper planning to Apple iCal and like minded apps to data dump all the family appoints, and the rest resides in chaos of plethora of sticky notes and list littering all over my desk and stuffed in my handbag.
I miss having a place to organize that only an agenda, a space to create harmony of daily life. A place of calendars, to do lists, goals, menus, project planning, workout goals, and important things to remember or to put if you can’t remember could be written with your favorite pen, and best quotes snake along the page edges to inspire and challenge.
One of my goals this year is to reestablish kinship. Since Sunday afternoons are my writing sacred space, it was a perfect time to catch up on pen pal letters and enjoy a nice cup of tea.
Somehow I must’ve missed the memo that spring cleaning has been over for a month and a half now. I have made a commitment to do a complete declutter in my life. And how am I doing this summer? Well…it’s not going as smoothly as I hoped. But I have not given up and learned alot about myself and how I get in my own way sometimes in completing my goals:
- I get lost in the details. Whether I am designing a new organizing system, or sorting through a bin of baby clothes, I will spend too much time in creating the ideal environment to declutter or how I should do it. My intention for doing my process this way is to make the final actions go more efficient, but now I have piles of unfinished projects sitting around.
- I put an unhealthy attachment on other people’s sentimental stuff. This one has become a revelation of mine as I became the keeper of my mom’s possessions. I have no direct attachment to her personal memorabilia, but I have had a difficult time separating myself. Especially her letters. My mom had the most beautiful handwriting, and it’s hard to part with any of it. I even saved her last checkbook register, the last words she wrote before her critical stroke. Although it’s perfectly fine to hold on to some of the things that mean the most to me, I have to let go and not feel guilty about it.
- I don’t set a deadline. I have found in my professional life that I thrive on having a deadline. If I give myself a time limit, I won’t have time to over think or over analyze. I will complete more projects, and the momentum will give me the boost to keep with it.
I have come to the realization that if I am to achieve my goal to a simpler, uncluttered life, I have to ask myself when faced with a choice, “Does this choice (or activity) help or hinder my goals?”
When I decided to have a business card for my blog and social media connections, I could have spent way too much time in the design of the card. Even though I have the ability and tools to create a card for myself, I could have been lost in picking the right font, possibly still to this day. I decided it was worth my time and energy to hire a designer to collaborate one with me. It was the best decision I made and I am so happy how it turned out.
This path I have chosen is about doing and being, not about being wrapped up in the process, distracting me from my dreams. Sometimes that means making the tough choices, but the freedom on the other side is worth everything.
Ciao for now,
What areas in your life are you lost in the details? Is that helping or hindering you from your dreams or goals?