Cleaning Out the Junk Drawer Called 2021

“Oh! Old rubbish! Old letters, old clothes, old objects that one does not want to throw away. How well nature has understood that, every year, she must change her leaves, her flowers, her fruit and her vegetables, and make manure out of the mementos of her year!”   --Jules Renard, French author

What to save? What to toss? What to hang on to? What to let go of?

This year I got into a strangely satisfying habit, a way to pass the time and organize my house, as I spent too many solitary hours amid COVID's lockdown, surges, and disruptions.

I sorted through my stuff. I sifted through my things. I separated the valuable from the disposable. First, I started small, taking on my kitchen drawers, especially the junk drawer that everyone has, the one that overflows with batteries and extension cords and nails and a radio that doesn’t work anymore, oh and orange twine. Why do I need orange twine?

Then I began to sort through the 1,000 plus books I’ve accumulated in the fourteen years since I moved into my current home. (And no, I am not a literary hoarder and yes, I find it awfully hard to let go of books.) Next, I tackled the garage with all its clutter. A dead snow blower. A tangled string of long burnt-out Christmas lights. A wall sized map of the United States I received as a gift. I was sure I’d love it but still it sits in a forlorn corner, going nowhere. I tried to tackle the scrum of the attic too, with so many old clothes to go through (how many bike shirts do I really need?!) and the steamer trunk filled with a pile of sweaters I no longer wear.

There is something so liberating about letting go of things that we no longer have need of. There is a joy to decluttering, simplifying, getting back to the basics, knowing what matters and is precious and knowing what is excess baggage and just needs to be trashed, donated, or passed on to someone else, so they can deal with it.

At years’ end I also try to do the same thing with all the events and happenings and changes I’ve gone through in the past twelve months. Sort through regrets, sift through mistakes, tease out the sadness and joy, the moments this year when I was so happy to just be alive and the times this year when life just kicked my butt and left me bleeding on the field.  To rummage through my memory of 365 days and then to choose intentionally: what do I want to carry forward into 2022 and what do I want to discard, throw away? Jettison, like so much excess emotional baggage?

You might call it cleaning out the closet called 2021.

To let go of? Well, I’d love to finally say goodbye to COVID and all the ways it’s made life so complicated, anxious, and unpredictable. Omicron is now putting any hope for that on hold so even though the coronavirus won’t soon leave, like a stubborn guest holed up in your spare bedroom, what I need to hold on to for 2022 in the fight against it is this: resilience. We all need to continue to hang on to this most valuable of human virtues.

Resilience somehow always bounces back, no matter what the set back. It tries and tries and tries again.  It picks itself off the ground, dusts itself off and then carries on. Resilience is at the heart of my faith, as I look to my higher power each day to show me the way forward. I get that we are all sick and tired of COVID, but also believe with a passion that we cannot flag nor fail in our struggles against it. May you, may all of us just keep on keeping on.

To hold on to? The sense of how precious and beautiful this life finally is, yes, even with all its challenges and bumps along the way. Perhaps I’m feeling like this because at 61, I’ve got more days behind me than in front of me.  The pandemic and all the ways it still threatens us has certainly reawakened me to the amazing gift of getting up in the morning and just being alive, putting my feet on the ground, and taking on the day.

That’s a good start. Let go of fear and hang on to courage. Let go of weariness and hang on to tenacity. Let go of wasting time and hang on to using whatever time I have left on this earth, wisely and well. And you? What will you let go of before December 31^st and what will you bring forward in the year that awaits us?

Thank you, God, for 2021. I tried my best to use it all up and not waste one second. Thank you, God, for 2022.  I’m definitely ready for it to get here. And to you dear reader: I pray that you are ready too. To let go. To hang on.

See you in the new year.