another Flylady testimonial i love
Dear FlyLady,
I just had to share this story. My dd(3)'s room is my old sewing room. It's tiny, between the kitchen and the basement, so it's clutter drop-off central. I just couldn't take it anymore, trying to squeeze through a half open door with a filled to overflowing laundry basket. So I ripped into it- tossing and hurling stuff everywhere, then thinking I broke decluttering SHE rule #1, don't rip up more than you can put back in an hour, I just broke down and cried at the mess I had made.
After 5 minutes I gave myself a stern talking too and marched back in there and began tossing stuff into the garbage or into labeled storage containers. In only 45 minutes(!!!), everything that she needed was in the closet, along with all of my crafting supplies, labeled and organized. All that was left in her room was her bed, a small table with a night light, and a small box with her dolls. The first thing she said to me was, "Thanks, Mom, now I can dance" as she twirled around. I got teary-eyed watching her.
This is what a home is supposed to be for- dancing, loving, LIVING. Not an oppressing jumble of STUFF that sucks you dry of money and time to maintain. Her room is an oasis of peace. It feels like heaven in there. I told her I was going to move in with her (which she thought was a great idea!), it's the only room in the house that I can think in. I'm more determined than ever to give myself that gift in the rest of my home and in my life through the use of routines.
Many thanks for being a beacon for all of us on this journey.
I just had to share this story. My dd(3)'s room is my old sewing room. It's tiny, between the kitchen and the basement, so it's clutter drop-off central. I just couldn't take it anymore, trying to squeeze through a half open door with a filled to overflowing laundry basket. So I ripped into it- tossing and hurling stuff everywhere, then thinking I broke decluttering SHE rule #1, don't rip up more than you can put back in an hour, I just broke down and cried at the mess I had made.
After 5 minutes I gave myself a stern talking too and marched back in there and began tossing stuff into the garbage or into labeled storage containers. In only 45 minutes(!!!), everything that she needed was in the closet, along with all of my crafting supplies, labeled and organized. All that was left in her room was her bed, a small table with a night light, and a small box with her dolls. The first thing she said to me was, "Thanks, Mom, now I can dance" as she twirled around. I got teary-eyed watching her.
This is what a home is supposed to be for- dancing, loving, LIVING. Not an oppressing jumble of STUFF that sucks you dry of money and time to maintain. Her room is an oasis of peace. It feels like heaven in there. I told her I was going to move in with her (which she thought was a great idea!), it's the only room in the house that I can think in. I'm more determined than ever to give myself that gift in the rest of my home and in my life through the use of routines.
Many thanks for being a beacon for all of us on this journey.