On the Move
Confession: I've been feeling ambivalent about blogging. It's been awhile.
When I reflect on the years that I religiously committed to posting twice a week, I'm amazed that I kept to that schedule. And I feel guilty that I'm not blogging now. It's not that I haven't wanted to. On the contrary, I started the year recommitting to blogging regularly. But other things got in the way.
For one, at least two years ago I had begun work on a re-design of my website. The re-design proceeded in fits and starts, but new blog posts I was told would impede the progress. To preserve all of my previous posts from the old site, my web designer had to migrate them to the new site en masse. Any new posts after that migration would require her to start from scratch, and she justifiably feared that she would have to import photographs one-by-one to insure their proper placement in past posts. As it turned out, everything transferred intact with the photos in their proper place. Nevertheless, the fear that she or I would have to repopulate several years of blog posts with their corresponding photographs was enough to heed her recommendation that I refrain from blogging until the new site was live.
The new site went live two months ago. And still, I didn't start blogging. But that's because I've been busy prepping my house for sale.
We decided to put our home of 22 years on the market. With three adult children -- two living and working in different parts of the country and one a rising senior in college -- our four-bedroom house has outlived its usefulness. We keep the doors to the kids' bedrooms always shut -- in part, to avoid confronting that they're no longer living here; but also to keep our two cats from taking over their beds. In a ten-room house, my husband and I live in four. It's time to downsize.
For anyone considering this transition, my advice is to start early. Our neighbor, a real estate broker, did a walk-through with us a year and a half ago, telling us what needed to be fixed, altered and purged. We were lucky: only one room needed painting. But a faucet needed replacing, closets needed purging and clutter had to disappear. Honestly, this process took a year and a half before we felt ready to list the house. I was emotionally on board, but it took my husband longer to reconcile his feelings about leaving the house where we raised our children.
Some people swear by the Konmari method, the system made popular by the best seller, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I bought this book for my husband because he loves to save -- newspaper clippings, mementos, old magazines, work product from former jobs -- but I'm not sure whether he's adopted it, let alone read it. In contrast, I love to purge. It's cathartic and liberating for me to get rid of stuff. I had no problem letting go of furniture I had collected from yard sales, stored from prior residences or inherited. If I had stored something for 20+ years and still hadn't upcycled it, odds were I wasn't going to.
Instead, I've been following a one-year course through DailyOm, A Year To Clear What's Holding You Back. There's obviously more underlying holding onto stuff than just physical possession; otherwise, why would there be books and courses to guide you through the process? I'm looking at this experience as transformational. If I can get rid of stuff and, at the same time, gain some new personal insight, all the better. And so much cheaper than therapy! Let's see if it works to get me blogging again. Stay tuned.