Plop, I am well, thank you for asking.
I emptied my husband’s closet and then spent 2 days on the sofa with not enough energy to swat a fly. This journey is exhausting both physically and mentally even after 17 months. But, I just lean into the exhaustion and let myself recover. I sure didn’t know it would trigger me. The day I delivered it all to the charity shop, I was fine. The next 2 days, not so much. Not sad, just empty. Empty is normal.
I truly believe that purging my house (I call it my house now rather then our house) helped me to feel in control of my environment. It calmed me to get rid of excess and clutter and old things for which I have no use.
I won’t be having big dinner parties anymore. I don’t need to save things I have collected from deceased friends and family just because it belonged to them. We had no children, so awards and certificates are meaningless to my family who will be the ones to clear out my house some day. I am saving them the task of it all, eliminating the things that are here for no real reason.
I started with the Rule of Five, doing 5 kitchen drawers. Then, five things to toss a day, then 5 to give away. I made few mistakes along the way but nothing that will keep me up at night.
Since my husband died I’ve had the exterior of the house painted, a new bathroom installed, new gardens planted, finished the succession, transferred accounts, vehicles and properties into my name, sent my dogs to be trained by a professional, paid my taxes, bills and insurance on time, maintained the cars, hired a shredder truck to get rid of all the paperwork my husband saved, gave away and threw away things. Tomorrow, my cousin will come to collect the animal mounts that my husband got on our trips to Africa and Canada, gave away a sofa, a dog kennel, fishing poles, fishing gear, guitars, bear skin rugs, an iron day bed of the art deco fashion, 3 upholstered chairs, 2 file cabinets, one office chair, lamps, food storage containers, dishes, glass ware, stainless dinner ware, bottles of liquor, art work, - all thing none of my nephews or nieces wanted. BTW, the kids want none of your stuff, if they do - tell them to take it now - a truck load of my clothes, an electric wheelchair, stereo speakers, luggage, antique chairs and tables, chandeliers, you name it.
It is freeing. Try it.
Let the stuff go. It is all an extra burden on your shoulders and we have enough already.
That is my advice. Claim your new life by getting rid of the old, useless, unwanted stuff.
Love from the US,
Peaches