![\"Robin](\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/CleanOutPost-1024x1012.jpg\" "\\"Cleaning")
\u201cDon\u2019t give me anything unless I can eat it,\u201d I keep telling family and friends as holidays approach. Meanwhile, the health club hounds me to participate in some program where I can win prizes. \u201cNo more stuff. Please. I have too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
My material possessions are weighing me down. They’re increasing my carbon footprint. And having cleaned up after several deceased loved ones, I can\u2019t bear the thought of anyone I love having to clean up after me. So I\u2019m unloading the contents of my house.<\/p>\n
I used to be a tosser. For every new thing I brought home, I\u2019d toss out two things, or ten. But then they started charging for garbage disposal. I began to stash things. My house, designed to have no wasted space, had closets and cabinets built into every soffit, staircase, and odd-angled corner, for maximum storage capability. And over the years I stuffed them to the gills.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up<\/em> book by Marie Kondo. And each year I\u2019ve done spring-cleaning rituals, but stuff comes in faster than I can remove it. I needed help.<\/p>\n I was embarrassed to ask. Friends think my house is clean and orderly, never having opened one of my cabinets to then be blasted by an avalanche of books and papers. My sister, with brutal sisterly honesty, would accuse me of being a closet hoarder and point out the relationship between hoarding and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If only I could hire some young adventurous person just starting out in her life, at the collecting-stuff stage, I thought. Someone who was my size so I\u2019d be inspired to give away more of my clothes. Someone who wasn\u2019t afraid of mice. Who could cart away all the things that threatened to bury me. Who\u2019d say, \u201cWhy do you need this?\u201d and \u201cDoes it really bring you joy?\u201d Someone committed to redistributing and recycling, not simply ditching it all at the dump.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you know anyone I could hire to help clear out my closets?\u201d I asked the guy sealing my windows with shrink-wrap, who had gathered boulders and built a patio next to my pond this past summer. The one who had calmly walked away instead of strangling me during one of my most obnoxious hissy-fits<\/a>. The Buddhist. <\/p>\n Are you a tosser or a hoarder? Can we gain more happiness from having less?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Don’t give me anything unless I can eat it,” I keep telling family and friends as holidays approach. Meanwhile, the health club hounds me to participate in some program where I can win prizes. “No more stuff. Please. I have too much.” My material possessions are weighing me down. They’re increasing my carbon footprint. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[702],"tags":[1037,1033,1034,1030,1035,1036,1031,1032],"class_list":["post-1389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-702","tag-attachment-to-stuff","tag-cleaning-out-the-house","tag-clearing-house-after-death","tag-closet-clearout","tag-hoarding","tag-letting-go","tag-too-much-stuff","tag-unloading"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1389","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1389"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1389\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u201cYes. Me,\u201d he said. And it took a moment to let go<\/a> of the image of the young clone of myself I\u2019d imagined, and it took another minute to remember how Buddhists believe that attachment to material things is a major cause of suffering.
\n\u201cCan you deal with mouse droppings?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n