Friends and family reaction: “You cannot possibly still be at that.”
Ha ha ha. Yeah, I am.
Seriously, disaster prep in general is just a Good Idea. Even if the Undead Hordes never arise, wherever you are, Mother Nature is guaranteed to have at least two big ways to seriously screw with your day. Hurricanes. Tornadoes. Ice storms. Wildfires. Ragweed season.
…Hey, you have your disasters, I have mine. Allergies at least rate with day-long power outages on the annoying inconvenience level.
One of the interesting things about decluttering for a zpoc is finding things you haven’t looked at in a while. Reactions tend to fall into three main categories. Yay, I wanted this. Gah, I can get rid of this. And, huh.
Huh is the tricky one. Something that’s not so good you automatically want it as mine, all mine! Yet not so horrible that you can justify an immediate trip to the trash can. You can end up with a lot of huh, and when you’re trying to clear out space and cut down, that can be very frustrating.
There are, however, a few ways to help whittle it down.
First – is it something I’m not sure I want? Or something I think I should want?
Let’s only touch very lightly on the kinds of emotional minefields lurking here. Everybody’s got their own personal “but I ought to”s hanging around. And relatives. And relatives’ opinions. Eep.
Fortunately, some of these can be mollified by moving to a second question: If this is too good to throw out, and I’m not really using it, can I give it to someone who’d like it more? Or get use out of it?
(Because even the most scolding relatives can sometimes be put off by, “So I gave it to charity.”)
If neither of these seem to apply to whatever we’re huh-ing about, it might just be a case of having worn out the ability to decide for that day. Decluttering gives you more space, and helps clear out the mental junk as well, but it takes a lot of mental effort.
Which is why I’m doing it now, instead of during a zpoc. Because if the moaning hordes are in the streets, all energy should rightfully be focused on making sure we don’t become zombie munchies.
Remember, unless you’re in a Van Von Hunter comic, zombies don’t eat chocolate.
…Meaning there really is a fate worse than death!