I was looking through some old stuff the other day. You know how it goes! You have little to focus on since you started the new year with new ideas. You really do cast your net wider in search of boundaries unsolved. At least I do!
January is a looooong month, isn’t it? But is not the winter supposed to be when you rest, reshuffle your boundaries, get ready to spring into action in March?
I woke up yesterday morning like a baby being coaxed prematurely from the womb – I am not coming out of here until I have to! Metaphorically, I could have kicked the cat. I’m not that kind of person, so I growled grudgingly at my Indulgent Partner (IP), instead. In contrast, today was different, I was ready to giggle from inception into a bright new day. There’s the key!
It’s okay to be reluctant to enter the world if you are unready for its boisterous inhabitants! Somehow, I figure I am not going to be indulged so often if I have further days of bear philosophies, anyway. The rest of humanity can go tickle their fat aunt! Always assuming someone, somewhere, as an aunt to begin with, let alone a fat aunt – and anyway, given the plethora of New Year Resolutions, she should be dieting by now, if she is, or reasonably chewing the fat from this rather precipitous pun, if she is not!
I, on the other hand, are well and truly out of the crypt, now, and zombi-ing around the town with the rest of humanity. I headed straight for the caffeine, and my favourite den. Upon ordering coffee with a grunt, the waiter is a person who understands mornings, he being one who has a peak to his hair rather resembling a captured killer whale, curled into a depressing latency, I try to focus on my day. I see he also sports a pad and pencil – does he really need this if all I want is a coffee? – and almost as if he can read my thoughts, he states with an embarrassed smile that he has no need for writing implements. His brain is not as latent as I imagined.
Docile enough, I glance out of my window, watching from the warmth of my den, the frozen figures scurrying to their early destinations. They seem to be stuck in their rhythms: Almost stolid in their movements towards a day they have no focus on whatsoever! Like every one of them is saying, “Keep taking the tablets!”
I laugh to myself as Orca swishes his body towards me, and delivers my beverage in a style of make-believe enthusiasm. He is not really called Orca, but my euphemisms are catching. What I think is a massive attempt to thank him, results in an impatient grunt for him to clear the floor of his wet smile! Poor chap, he’s only doing his job! He is, however, oblivious to my peevish insolence, having left the coffee things, and the bill, on the table beside me, and swum off to ingratiate himself on another irascible bear! I thought fish and bears get on fine if one does not see the other as dinner? I could not have devoured the waiter for the life of me! I suppose figuratively speaking, I did eat him up a little, but then, I did not feel sufficiently full. His metaphorical skin and bone precluded any substantive repast!
However, I have completely digressed, and now wish to turn my attention not on the coffee and window seat to whit I am enjoying the view, but to the rather cathartic announcement of perusing old stuff.
Does one throw away, or does one keep ones possessions close? I opt for chucking out, myself! It’s much better, and serves two purposes, though that short list is not inexhaustible. One is to declutter, the other is to clarify the future.
It helps that your home is not full of debris over years of living in the same place, and also helps your mind spring into action. I was looking at all the old stuff, deciding whether to donate, throw out, or simply re-use. I use the old maxim – if you have not used, worn, touched it, in two years, then you can safely say it’s useless, and discard it. The charity shops prosper most in January, I should think. I prosper in two ways. One I give to a cause that which I have been Scrooge-like throughout the last year, thereby exonerating my conscience by a degree. Don’t get me wrong, I do like to be benevolent, but my budget will not always be as gregarious. I also know that tipping is illegal!
So on to clarifying the future! I always believe that if you have a decluttered space, then you have a clear mind. I have things around me, I am not a minimalist. I thought I was until I met my partner, who would discard our three piece suite tomorrow if we had a mat to sit on – that being thrown out when it looked a little dirty on one edge – not true, but you get the picture! She is truly a very nice person, one I celebrate every day, and unlike the crotchety old foetus that I have painted here, I laugh with joy at the things she has brought to my table, unlike the tepid cup of coffee from the skinny, depressed whale in my den!
But oh the joys of in-with-the-new! I will go back to bed at the end of the day knowing that whatever bear I am tomorrow morning, I have thrown out all my disused, misused, stockpiled and useless assets ready for a bright new tomorrow. Hello to a brighter future, IP! The baby has crash-landed on your mat with its tepid cup of coffee -bear that in mind!
Copyright Jan 2017 Linda Bates Author