De-cluttering My Soul – A Tale of a Blue Fork
There is some kind of magic that happens in the first half hour when you come home from a holiday. Even if it’s just after one night away. I call it Magic Eyes.
As you walk around the house, you get to see things with new eyes for just a split second. You see the things you love, the things that annoy you, the things that are weighing heavily on your shoulders, the things that make you happy…. and you see the clutter.
It’s such a rare feeling – almost like you are an outsider looking in on your own life for this short time. And it always inspires me.
I have been fortunate over the past couple of years to do some fairly significant refurbishing and de-cluttering in our house. And it’s no wonder that I was so desperate to do it.
I moved out of home when I was fairly young – the year after I finished school. I had NOTHING. I moved in with a boyfriend, and basically just took some clothes to wear. Whenever I bought anything it was from Garage Sales or Op Shops, or being given away by other people. I moved quite a lot over the next couple of years, sharing with different people along the way. I never bought a single thing with the future in mind.
To this very day I have a drawer full of mixed cutlery because I would just buy a single fork for 20c, or an antique teaspoon for $1, and add them to the collection over the years. To me, it didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary. And then I saw it with Magic Eyes, and I knew it had to change.
Sure it’s an aesthetic thing – matching cutlery certainly looks a whole lot nicer than my strange assortment. But it’s so much more. It’s being chained to a past that doesn’t fit me anymore. There is this one particular blue fork that was “unclaimed” at one of my first jobs almost 15 years ago. Someone had obviously bought it in with their lunch and then just forgotten about it. I didn’t have a fork at home. So I asked if I could have it. One fork. I ate a lot of two-minute noodles with that fork.
And yet it sits in my drawer still. It must have moved house more than any other fork in history. But no-one uses it. It’s ugly, it’s not comfortable to hold, and the pointy bits aren’t really all that pointy anymore. Even when the children are setting the table, they know that Mummy does NOT have the blue fork. Even if it’s the last one in the drawer. I’d rather eat with my fingers.
So it’s more than just clutter.
Magic Eyes are my little reality check. They tap me on the shoulder and say “Ahem…. you are not that same broke, unhappy 20 year old anymore. This fork…. you don’t need it anymore. It’s not your crutch. It doesn’t bring back happy memories. In fact, it just makes you sad. Throw it out. Throw the Goddamn blue fork out.”
So I threw the Goddamn blue fork out. It had bad energy that fork.
My cutlery draw is about to have a makeover. And I will feel a little bit of my soul heal, as I start afresh, and happy memories will be made.
It’s amazing how many remnants of the past are hidden in our home. We clutch on to them because once upon a time, they mattered. But in reality – they’re just things. Just stuff.
I am surrounding myself with people that make me happy, and the things that make me smile.
Because life is too short to hold onto a blue fork.
** Update ** My Mum just bought us a BRAND NEW cutlery set for our anniversary so I can finally be rid of all my mish-mashed collection. THANK YOU Mum – you are a true soul-cleanser!!