I know a lot of you have been affected by this whole “5 things” thing. Words I have heard are “inspired”, “motivated”, “revolutionized”, and “changed my life forever”. I know, I know. It is really an intense process that is happening here. There have been times over the past 10 days that I have faltered. That I have wondered if I could go on, getting rid of 5 things a day. Some of you have wondered the same thing.
Here’s the mantra I repeat to myself in those moments:
Stay the course.
Here’s why: Often I start in one room, with one thing that has been in the back of my mind that I know I want to get rid of. Say it’s the magazine on my bedside table. So I pick up that magazine and, while there, decide to straighten up the books that are there. Then I notice how many books are on my bedside table, gathering dust. Goodness I should really dust this thing. Where are the dusting rags, anyway? Didn’t I mean to make new ones out of old burp clothes? I should do that… It will just take a minute. Then I notice how many books I haven’t read that I need to. That one that I borrowed from someone but haven’t returned. I notice how I have barrettes and receipts and an empty water glass there. Don’t the barrettes belong in the medicine cabinet? I’ll just take those to the bathroom really quick. And then I see how I have three pill containers and gosh wouldn’t it look nicer to have those pills in sweet little glass jars, instead of blue and white Kroger containers?
Twenty minutes later I’m shuffling things around the bedside table, and I’m in what the hubs calls “analysis paralysis”. I’ve forgotten why I ended up staring at the bedside table in the first place. Barrettes are everywhere and now for some reason I have a ratty burp cloth in one hand and glass jars with mismatched lids in the other. I’ve pulled scissors out of the junk drawer (for the burp cloths) but in doing so noticed a few more things that need to be organized and put in a different place. So I have a half-emptied junk drawer calling my name as well. And no movement or progress has taken place.
That’s when I call on my mantra– Stay the course. Don’t be sidetracked by the dust, the potential to organize the mess out of that tabletop, or the idea of little glass jars. Just clutch that magazine to you like your life depends on it, walk over to the recycling bin, and drop it in.
And there’s my one thing. Four to go.