July 21, 2009


I've been doing a slow-but-sure decluttering exercise since last week. Even borrowed my sister Lani's shredder because mine conked out on me. This exercise is a work in progress. I'm taking my own sweet time, so I don't end up exhausted and overwhelmed.

I've always enjoyed decluttering. Especially when I think that it's a way of clearing things up to make way for even better things and better experiences. It's always been easy for me to get rid of things that: (1) I no longer want or care for; (2) I no longer fit in; or (3) I don't even remember owning in the first place. There's just something so...therapeutic about it.

Even friendships and relationships can undergo decluttering. If you have people in your life that are toxic to your system, then perhaps it's time to let them go. This will allow people who are healthier for you to enter your life. I've been doing a lot of thinking about the friendships I have with people lately (as this blog shows). There is such a fine line between being an understanding friend and being a doormat. I find myself being a doormat for friends who treat me badly. I keep giving them chances to redeem themselves, even though sometimes, they're just irredeemable. Some people are just the way they are. Yet I hold on to this toxicity. All in the name of friendship. But what kind of friendship is it if it's one-sided...lopsided, even?

Don't worry though, I've reached the point that enough is enough. Those who survived the decluttering exercise are those who make the effort to stay in touch. How will people know if they're in or out? If I'm in touch with you, you're in. ; )