In honor of spring, I spent a good few hours over the weekend de-cluttering my kitchen. It had become painfully obvious how much inconvenience I had been tolerating: my microwave was about a foot off of the floor, requiring me to bend down to make a cup of tea; one of the cabinets in prime real estate was filled with paper plates, camping dishes, i.e. junk; and the coffee maker was on a porous stand so that when we poured coffee, drops would leak onto the floor.
I have a hard time throwing anything away. Consequently, most of my tupperware containers were either missing lids or were 10 years old and showing their age. Also, any containers that didn’t fit in the Hoosier cabinet spilled over onto the counter tops, competing with space for food prep.
Frugality has served me well in many areas of my life (I attribute it to subscribing to Pennywise magazine when I was a pre-teen)… but this wasn’t one of them. I finally reached a breaking point. I didn’t always know where to find things in my kitchen.
I threw away 98% of the tupperware and kept only matching ones that were in good shape. I used the newfound space for pots and pans. I moved the coffee maker to the counter, and filled its old space with the microwave, which now sits at eye level.
Why do we tolerate things that we have the power to change? There can be more than one reason. In my case, the disorganization of my kitchen was neither urgent nor hugely important. I was adaptable enough to make it work–until I no longer wanted to put up with it. Gretchen Rubin has blogged about putting aside an hour a week to do such things, as part of building good habits. Otherwise, we can procrastinate endlessly, and what begins as a small inconvenience snowballs.
Our time is important, and I have so many more meaningful things to do on the weekends (e.g., practicing music, playing bocci in the park with neighbors) that I hadn’t set aside time to organize the kitchen. However, the disorganization eventually turned into a big time sucker. All those wasted seconds and minutes add up.
After I finished reorganizing the kitchen, my feet and back hurt. Still, I felt pleased and took pride in telling my husband what I had done. Even to my own ears, it sounded so pedestrian, so mundane–yet it was satisfying to have some control over my physical environment, like a bird building a nest.
What worked? For me, it helped to turn the job from a “should” into a “want.” As long as I thought, “I should organize the kitchen,” I didn’t do it. As soon as my thought became, “I want to have an organized kitchen where it’s easy to find things and do food prep,” I was motivated to take action.
By keeping this “want” in mind, and banishing the “should,” I intend to prevent the kitchen from escalating into a big project again. Even if orderly tupperware falls into the “not urgent” category, it actually falls under “important,” when I consider the effect that my living space has on me. It may not be as important as taking my Little Sister to a jazz concert at the Montclair Art Museum, but it helps me to feel happy and grounded. As with to going to the gym, building momentum and discipline transfers over into other areas of my life.
For most of us, there are higher priorities than home organization. Nonetheless, it’s helpful to realize what we’re tolerating in a given area of our lives, to question why we’re doing so, and ask whether it’s necessary. As for me, I’m glad to have an organized kitchen, and feel a little more comfortable and secure in our nest–just in time for spring.