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40 Bags: Day Seven

Posted by Anne Born on February 24, 2015
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February 24. 2015

My mother kept things in a beautiful linen chest. It has a shelf that held papers and the bottom of it could hold sheets and towels that were clean but not in use. I adopted that habit years ago when a friend owned a furniture store and got me a discount on a maple Lane chest – just like my mother’s.

One of the curses of having lots of storage space though is the accompanying problem that you rarely need to clean it out. I had towels and sheets in there I haven’t used since I moved nearly five years ago.

Net net? Two more bags – of sheets and towels I haven’t touched in nearly five years.

Ultreia!

40 Bags: Day Six

Posted by Anne Born on February 23, 2015
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February 23. 2015

The apartment owned by the Collyer brothers,

The apartment owned by the Collyer brothers,

How do you know you are officially a hoarder? When you find you’ve got two copies of the E.L. Doctorow biography of the most famous hoarders of all time: the Collyer brothers.

Scary.

I’ve pulled out yet another bag – at least – of books that will go to the library with their little buddies. And I dusted the two bookcases that are now housing my remainders. It’s been really interesting looking at the books that have time traveled with me through no conscious thought of my own. They simply kept finding their way into the boxes that packed up and came along every time I moved. In some cases, like with my high school books, they started in Michigan, went to Illinois, then Michigan again, then New York’s Upper West Side, on to Washington Heights, and finally to the Bronx where I am afraid we must part ways. I can’t imagine thinking twice about this and I wonder how it took so long.

I am also proud to say I stepped up to volunteer to help out someone who has asked for help. I told my friend just last week that nobody asks for help unless they need it. So, I am donating a week of my time in May to help and I feel really good about this.

And PS? That hoarder book wasn’t the only one I found multiple copies of – there’s more and I know now it’s because I never put like objects together. I bought second copies of books I wanted to read because I had such a random organization to my library, I didn’t even know I already had it. And probably hadn’t read it.

 

40 Bags: Day Five Sunday

Posted by Anne Born on February 22, 2015
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One bag of clothes to the laundry room clothing donation bin and more books into the bags for the library!

And I taught a free class in Family History Writing at Q.E.D. Astoria – such a rewarding exercise. We talked about our families and the kind of events that shape us, that define us – and we talked about how best to tell these stories. Next two weeks, same deal. More classes.

So what have I gained since I started tossing and sorting and organizing in an attempt to declutter my life? I finally felt it this afternoon – breathing room. I’ve gained breathing room. I feel lighter. For the first time in a very long time, when I finished doing the laundry, I had enough space in my drawers to put all my clothes away. It’s the same kind of feeling I get when I lose body weight – like losing even a few pounds.

This is fun. I can’t remember the last time a Lent activity was fun.

40 Bags: Day Four

Posted by Anne Born on February 21, 2015
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February 21. 2015

I’ve started looking at everything with fresh eyes. What can I let go of, what can I give away? My closet, my bookcases, my drawers are all open to this challenge now to the point where I was just in the bathroom wondering if I needed a soap dish for my soap or could I get by without it?

Today, I got a notification from an online sales site that a bag I had posted about a month ago had sold. Only problem is that I had taken it off sale and donated it to the laundry room clothes bin. What to do, what to do? I wrote to the buyer to let him know I no longer had that bag and would he like my other backpack, the one that was still up for sale? I wait to hear.

But, while I was checking my closet to see if I still had the bag – before I remembered giving it away – I saw two sleeping bags and hauled them out. I have my sleeping bag, lightweight and really toasty with a couple of wonderful features, so I don’t really need two more. Gone!

Along with two more bags of books.

Boo-yah!

40 Bags: Day Three

Posted by Anne Born on February 20, 2015
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February 20. 2015

Two more bags of books and three new flash drives about sums it up for today.

I stopped at Best Buy last night on the way home and scouted new laptops. It’s a real brave new world out there and it’s getting to be a real challenge to weigh the stuff you like, like Windows XP, against those neat touch screens and cool swivel keyboards. I got a little overwhelmed and decided to let my son take on this particular challenge. I want a smaller machine to go along with all the other downsizing I’m doing here. And I am looking forward to establishing a new filing system.

But I did pick up three dinky flash drives because one of the best parts of the 40 Bag Challenge is to clear out your computer clutter too – and I am so ready to do that. I copied all the files that sit in my Dropbox accounts onto one dinky drive and then sorted everything into two general categories: writing and photos. The goal will be to not duplicate the files and scatter them around the way they were in the Dropbox. I want to set up my files so the photos are sorted by location and date – instead of “NYC.” I’ll probably end up with 30% of the files I have now. And if I keep my writing sorted, instead of all over the place, putting together my next book will be a breeze!

The bye-bye book bags are stacking up. Because we don’t have a car and will have to get a car service to cart them to the library, I only want to make one trip. But, I’m running out of big bags already. I’ve been pulling them out of my souvenir canvas bag collection – they are all going too.

Tomorrow, I’m going to clear out the files on my laptop. After all, if I get a new machine, I’ll have to back all my stuff up anyway, right?

40 Bags: Day Two

Posted by Anne Born on February 19, 2015
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Thursday, February 19. 2015

And sometimes you find things.

I was packing up some books to give away, going through piles of paperbacks, hordes of hardcovers, and children’s books my twenty-something children no longer read. I sorted, I organized, I pulled out a couple of things that cried out to me for mercy, to not be dropped into The Bag. And I found a copy of a book inscribed in a particularly lovely way to my daughter. The illustrator of the book had sketched next to his signature and it was wonderful. I saved it for her.

Today at work, I decided to take my 40 Bags there as well. I had a pile of cards and papers on a metal desk organizer that was reaching critical mass. I started pulling things out I hadn’t seen or used in months and brought over the big green plastic recycling bin. I tossed 2/3 of the pile into the bin and found space to store some things off the surface of my desk, I also found some nice note pads I could stash near the phone. All good.

But I was sitting there, feeling good about clearing away the clutter in front of me when my boss looked at me and said, “What’s that?”

I was holding an envelope full of samples that everyone had been looking for while I was cleaning!

Sometimes you get rid, sometimes you get lucky!

40 Bags: Day One

Posted by Anne Born on February 18, 2015
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Wednesday, February 18. 2015

I have already packed up seven bags of dusty books to give to the public library. Everywhere I go in my apartment, I look for things to clean, things to get rid of, things to donate to anybody but me. I’ve also cleaned out the medicine chest in the big bathroom. And while I know this activity is supposed to last the whole season of Lent, at this rate, I’ll be down to a Tibetan monk’s level of object ownership in no time.

I would put forward that it would not be a bad thing if that happened.

More later.

40 Bags in 40 Days Challenge

Posted by Anne Born on February 18, 2015
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I’ve got too much stuff.

I’m not a collector or a hoarder and I don’t have to pick my way over things to get to the kitchen or anything, but still, I want to own less stuff. I like to travel – a lot – and I want to travel light.

I read about the 40 Bags in 40 Days Challenge for Lent last year and it impressed me. I wanted to be that, to do that – but I didn’t. And I’ve got the same stuff now that I had last year that I haven’t used or touched since last year. So, it’s definitely time to move on this and today is the day.

To simplify, because that’s what this is all about after all, the 40 Bag Challenge asks you to take a bag of stuff out of your house every day during Lent. When you don’t have stuff that day, you can organize your finances, clean up your hard drive, consolidate your Flash Drives, whatever gets you to a better feeling of organization and loss of clutter. And I am so ready to do this.

I will be posting my progress here and a couple of other places so I can use you all as my conscience. I want to embrace Easter and the fresh season of spring with less clutter, a smaller carbon footprint, and much better organization in my life so I can find things without having to look in more than one place.

Imagine …

 

Here’s the original challenge site: http://www.whitehouseblackshutters.com/40-bags-in-40-days-2014/

To Dance

Posted by Anne Born on February 7, 2015
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What if you asked me to dance?

Would you see that I don’t know how?
Would you feel me resist when you offer your hand?
Would you sense my fear
as you placed your arm around my back?

We’re talking
saying nothings
not listening to each other
but the music.

Please let me sit down.
I’m embarrassed, exposed,
I’m afraid.
All bravado with no substance as we move together,
All silk and feathers’ essence as the music plays
and the players ignore us.

I want to beg you to let me stop
but I can’t say anything now
because the dance
the dancing
the dancing with you
takes hold
and I understand that I knew how to dance all along.

It’s just today
I am learning
how to dance
with

you.

On NOT Skiing in Utah Today

Posted by Anne Born on January 27, 2015
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(Written on Martin Luther King Day, 2014)

There’s a very compelling commercial for skiing in Park City, Utah on TV. The gist is to identify where you came from so the ad can reinforce how quickly you can get there and start skiing. There are happy skiers from Indiana, from New York, from Minneapolis, and everyone in the ad who started their day in one place is now happily skiing in another. The tag is “Where were you this morning?”

I was in the Bronx.

And I didn’t go to Park City, Utah for the following reasons:

  1. I don’t ski. I went to a ski lodge in Colorado once and sat by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate all day while my friends were out on the slopes. It was a colossal bore.
  2. I figured everyone else would travel on a day off like today – it’s a holiday – so I never considered leaving town.
  3. Today was my debut volunteering with the All Stars Project in Manhattan. They do good – I wanted to help them.
  4. As beautiful as Utah seems from these ads, I think if I wanted the mountains and the breathtaking views, since I am not a skier, I might probably go to Montana. I looked into that once. Or Spain.
  5. There’s a real serious snowstorm on its way East and, with my luck, I’d get to Utah and not be able to get back to the Bronx.

But here’s the bigger question: when you consider where you were this morning, assuming you didn’t go to Utah either, did you get anywhere today?

That’s my question right now. These days I want to establish where I am in the morning so that by nightfall, I can also establish where I have been. Not the simple geography of the route I traveled, but the more substantive stuff. I need to know I got someplace.

So the answer today is yes, I started out in the Bronx, and yes, I ended up in the Bronx, but I greeted some very nice people today at my volunteer job and I really felt like I contributed something to my fellow New Yorkers. We are a really hearty bunch, all in all, but there are lots of folks who need something I might be able to offer them.

I don’t miss my not getting to Utah today. Utah can wait. And hey, you never know, I just might try skiing. Some days you end up where you start out but, in fact, you are really just a little farther ahead.

Today was one of those days.

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