making space for better things
When I am feeling trapped in the house, like I did for a vast majority of the previous year, I work on re-creating my living spaces, especially my primary work space. By changing my surroundings, I am changing my mindset of it. Often this mindset then makes it way around the house, until it all feels a little different. My incredibly tolerant partner dislikes it.
He has come home, tired from work and seen the living room in absolute shambles because I've decided that the couch would look better in the middle of the room instead of against the wall, and the TV was a distraction so it had to go... You can see how this would stress out another individual who is living in the same place. It's like I blindly externalized what my head space was currently looking like.
In all fairness, if the situation was reversed, I'd probably be feeling a little overwhelmed too because other peoples clutter can be real messy.
Anyways, the point is, I like to re-create my entire space when my inspiration to work slows down. I sit in my work space every single day, so naturally, I need to love everything in it right?
It took some practice, but overall I know what I like. Organization is key, functionality being the answer to all.
Over time, the count of items reduced. Fewer things were allowed to rent space in my environment, simply because they no longer fit. I began minimizing, keeping only the things that seemed to excite me, or prove to be useful in one way or another.
But to bring it back to the clutter I call my headspace, that always seemed to somewhat remain a mess. No matter how many times I changed my surroundings. I didn't adopt the same organizing habits for my thoughts, the way I did my personal belongings.
I realized I was carrying around years of trauma from past relationships, friendships and even family arguments that are now entirely forgotten anyways. I kept it in close proximity as if it were an antique item that should forever be remembered, when in reality it was just another hunk of junk weighing me down.
I worked on re-vamping my mind space to match the way I liked to live. This would be the lengthiest task I would take on in a while. It would be like scrubbing ancient stains out of a carpet that was long outdated and needed to be replaced. Preferably with some hard, wooden, bullshit resistant floors. With an accent rug for softness, because it's okay to be a little vulnerable and cute, although lightly walked on by loved ones.
As I made space for new things, I kept a few principles in mind;
Stop allowing people who disrespect your space, to visit it. It's like inviting over a friend you don't actually like and they completely disregard how you politely asked them not to touch your vintage plaques but instead they took it down just to get a closer look...ya, stop inviting those people in. If someone cannot treat you with respect, especially after asking, they do not deserve to bask in the glory, that is your perfectly organized area.
If it's broken, let it go. I sometimes forget how resourceful I can be with compassion pouring out my ears for others who have hurt me...but it was time to release the broken items, including the ones that still held on by glue repairs. If it was cracked, damaged, or out of use, I got rid of it. And letting go, felt really good. Especially knowing that regardless of where those items went, I was happy they weren't here anymore.
Fewer items, means stronger ties to the things you love. It took me the longest to learn this lesson, simply because I never wanted to burn bridges due to the idea I might need to cross them one day. But truthfully, I had all the ability in the world with what I already had. And the items that stayed in my life, meant so much more to me, proving their loyalty in efficiency and stability.
With all that in mind, I also embraced the notion that was okay that my mind space was messy. In fact, it's completely normal for things to get messed up sometimes, as long as you take the time to go through it all when you're ready to face the fire.
These 3 minimalist principles have no only assisted in the continuous re-organizing of my living space, but they have also provided me with solutions to mindfully organize problems that I've struggled with for much too long now. It was time to stop allowing others to rent space in my brain.
It was time to make room for me, and many other better things.