Physical decluttering/disaccumulation of our stuff has stalled. I probably need to renew some of my Facebook listings to see if anyone is out there who wants something I know we want to get rid of. Plus, there are more things in the house that should be easy to make the decision on. Maybe I can get that effort un-stalled.

But the last few days have been full of physical activity. A friend has come to harvest oak trees cut down by the electric co-op about a year ago. I wanted to help him, as there is some real labor involved. We worked on that Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning. That kind of work (lifting trees, moving 16″ sections uphill, rolling them into the trailer) sends you back into the house exhausted. At least it did me, and I did less of the work than my friend did. Soon I’ll be cleaning up the residual items on the adjacent lots. For sure I had no energy for clean-up tasks after that.

My time has also been much taken up working on our church’s 100th anniversary book. This week I’ve been working about five or six hours a day on it. It’s enjoyable, but it drains you of thinking energy, and decluttering/disaccumulation is perhaps more thinking than physical labor.

Meanwhile, I’ve been doing some electronic decluttering. That includes:

• Going through files on my computer, uploading them to OneDrive, getting rid of duplicate files. That may not sound like much, but my files are much more organized than they were a couple of months ago.
• Going through e-mails, deleting what I can, moving them from inbox/outbox to proper folders, saving some out as Word documents—to the right folders, of course—so that some day I can put my “collected letters” together. This I do mostly in the evenings while watching TV.
• Pulling out flash drives, seeing what’s on them, and putting them into a physical place with a TOC so that I can find them again and know what’s on each.

In this process, I found various attempts at journaling in electronic format. I found at least eight, maybe as many as ten, files that were journals. Some were a single day, some a few days, one was fairly comprehensive for nine months of 2005.

Journaling is a time-honored way of documenting your life, work, and aspirations. John Wesley did it and published his journals. Emerson and Thoreau both did it and their journals are published. Carlyle did it, though his have never been published. Many others have done it. Life coaches recommend it. Writing gurus recommend it for writers.

In addition to the electronic journals, I have a fair number of handwritten sheets with journal entries. And I have one or two notebooks with journal-type entries in them. I’m close to filling one of those books, which is a slow process at an entry every few weeks.

I haven’t assessed how much the handwritten material amounts to. But I saved all the electronic files to one folder, then merged them together, finishing that process yesterday. After going through the merged file to remove duplicates, the combined journal comes to 18,600 words and 27 single spaced.

That’s not very long. It’s not a publishable document. I haven’t checked it to see if the writing is any good. I suppose I will do that in the next month or two. And I’ll take a look at all my handwritten sheets and books and try to get a handle on just how much material there is. This will give me a sense of decluttering, though not of disaccumulation.

But what about the idea of journaling? Those times I’ve started to journal, I found it difficult to keep up with. I start, but end fairly quickly. Handwritten journals are for sure harder than typed. But that may make them more valuable, more succinct, less verbose. Those who recommend journaling say it helps you when you go back years later and read where you were years ago. For that to work, you would have to be specific and to a level of detail that will help your future self.

I think I’m rambling now. While gathering the journal files together in the name of electronic decluttering, and gathering paper journals together in the name of physical decluttering will be good for the computer and house, and for my psyche, I’m not about to start journaling in a big way. I’ll finish out the two or three pages left in the journal book I’m in right now, but I’m not going to do a lot more.

Thinking about journals have kind of spurred my interest in reading journals. Years ago I began reading David Brainard’s journal, but left off with maybe 50 pages to go. Once I finish my current reads, I may just pull that out, finish it, and put it up for sale. Hey, disaccumulation!