Monday, February 27, 2017
This year, instead of giving up something I've decided to DO something productive.
As a recent addict of Marie Kondo I've decided to tackle 40 different things to help organize my house. I started before Christmas by organizing my closets and chest of drawers. It took me three days to go through every single item of clothing I owned, decide whether is sparked joy or if it was to be donated. I cleared out SO MUCH stuff and now have everything beautifully organized.
Yet, I stopped there. My house is over-run with things I don't need or I'm unreasonably attached to and can't throw out. Every now and then I have a surge of purge and start chucking out knick-knacks and papers I've saved for decades but haven't been able to discard. And you know what? I don't even miss a single thing. No regrets.
So this Lent I'm purging my house of clutter and rubbish. I've moved to five different homes in the last seven years and have moved most of this stuff with me. Do I really still need the birthday cards from friends in college that I don't even remember? Or thousands of printed photos of people I can't remember from my 20s? No, I do not. I can't even remember half the events (or the clothes I was wearing - and don't even get me started on that! Thank heavens I've already thrown them out!)
I'm making my list, checking it twice and gonna find out what's not sparking joy! According to Marie Kondo - you have to hold every single item of clothing, pot, pan, paper, vase, etc. If it doesn't bring you a sense of joy or usefulness - it's gotta go.
My old Diane Von Furstenburg dresses sizes 2 and 4 did spark joy. But after two kids - it' ain't going to happen. So I put them in a consignment shop and they sold for a nice pretty penny. And that sparked considerably more joy! I've sold old bags, purses, jewelry, shoes on eBay and don't miss one single thing.
Now the rest of the house is going to get the KonMari treatment. I don't need 64 wine glasses - yet I have them! Don't need two blenders either. My kitchen is overrun with things I never use. So is my office.
Come Wednesday, look out house. I'm coming to clean you out. And I'm going to find that joy!
And when Lent is over. I'm going shopping! ;-)
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Well, yesterday was the day. I think I was the most excited of all. I was itching to get on that stage and belt out a soliloquy: MacBeth's initial descent into madness (Is this a dagger I see before me...). I joked about it with some of the other mums because I didn't think I'd actually get the chance.
Years ago, when I was in highschool and studying Shakespeare, my father and I would run lines together. MacBeth was his favourite Shakespeare play and he knows most of the lines, just as I do. Even now, decades later we have a giggle and quote from the play. Sometimes I'm Lady MacBeth with the bloody hands, sometimes an outraged MacDuff. Dad is Duncan or MacBeth. It's just for fun.
But yesterday was my day to be MacBeth. At Shakespeare's Globe. On stage. Whether they liked it or not!
We got to the theatre, had a fantastic tour behind the scenes, sat in the benches, heard all the history of the three different Globe theatres over the past 400 years. Even the twenty-eight 9/10 year old audience was enthralled.
We were backstage, learning all about the trap doors, how the stage managers make the magic happen and then it happened. They opened the doors and we were able to go out onto the stage. It's really a very impressive sight! It was raining, and as it's an open air theatre, the rain was falling onto the pit where the 'penny-stinkerds' would stand. The seats had a few other visiting schools sitting in them while we all filed out onto the stage.
Drinking it all in, I winked at another mum and decided to step forward to have my moment. Yet, there was Cate, out in front, hands held wide, a big grin on her cheeky face.
"Romeo, Romeo...where for art thou Romeo..." she said loudly to the glee of her class and the audience. Everyone applauded.
And I howled with laughter. My little girl had her own moment. And I couldn't be prouder!! The Shakespeare gaunlet has been passed to the next generation.
Next time... it's my turn! ;-)