6,000 things gone, only 4,000 things to go
Hasn’t this been a long 100 days?
People are always surprised that I’m not done yet. Since I started 109 days ago, I can understand the confusion.
It’s seemed long to me too, but I just discovered the perfect reason not to rush your decluttering.
I was picking Mega Bloks out of the Lego again today when it occurred to me that I have a complicated relationship with building blocks.
Now, before you click over to a sane person’s blog, I should give you a little history.
I think most people my age have a little Lego love in them. I love the original bricks with their primary colours, rectilinear shapes, and recognizable accessories like windows and doors.
My son’s Lego is totally unrecognizable to me with shapes and colours specific to each themed set and building plans you need an engineering degree to erect.
We started acquiring building bricks around about the time our oldest son entered kindergarten. That’s also when we discovered he has a delay in his fine motor skills.
We have a Lego set for every doctor, teacher or therapist who told us to build with him which just proved to us that you can lead a horse to water, but he’ll probably just play with the mini figures anyway.
Lego was hard for him but Mega Bloks were excruciating. He’d put three together and the first one would fall off. Stuff that frustrated him made me angry – cheap pencils, outdated printing programs, typing ‘games’, Mega Bloks!
You heard me right. Mega Bloks, little pieces of plastic, make me angry. And that’s as good a reason as any to keep your decluttering at a pace that you can learn from.
You don’t want to get ahead of the stories you tell yourself about your stuff, especially if they’re not sane or productive.
I’ve told myself that the remaining Lego will make a good display sorted by colour in glass jars in the kids playroom, but I really just want to hang on to my childhood memory of building houses with my sister. I’m sure I’ll revisit that decision in a couple of years, but it works for me right now.
And even though I’m still donating them, I’ve forgiven the Mega Bloks – or at least realized that maybe it wasn’t the Mega Bloks that needed forgiving after all.
Are you telling yourself any interesting stories about your stuff? Do you have any Lego love in you?
What I tossed (donated) today: 50 more ****ing Mega Bloks, 1 set of pop beads, wooden train set, plastic frogs, plastic bunnies, strange flying machine, travel perfection, and a Bop-It!