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Continuing the life detox and declutter

Shredded paper in my office

Shredded paper in my office

One of the things I wasn’t prepared for when Roger died was the masses of paperwork that needed doing in the weeks that followed. At a time when your mind goes to pieces and your concentration is lost, as a widow you’re expected to focus on sorting out your mortgage, pension, valuing all you and your partner’s worldly goods and carry out endless form-filling. It’s a bummer. It’s not what you’re wanting to be doing. You’d rather be sitting in a quiet room, curling up on the sofa, finding comfort, not paying a load of bloody bills. But it is what it is, and somehow or other it gets done.

Then, if you’re anything like me you do what you have to do and stash the rest until you have the energy to face it again. Which seems for me to have taken one and a half years; 18 months of thinking ‘I must sort that stuff out…’ and pushing it to the back of my mind.

In the spirit of the January detox and declutter (did I tell you I was a vegan for nearly the entire month?!) I spent a day yesterday sorting through a huge amount of paperwork.

In doing this, I not only found I could fill two bin liners full of shredded paper, but I also unearthed a bank account for one of the children which was still in Roger’s name, a sizeable amount of credit on his Mersey Tunnels toll account, and a few bills of my own which I hadn’t properly closed down when I moved.

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It was a mountain but I conquered it. I finished the day with a slimmed down filing box and a giant pile of rubbish to tip.

Now, I feel like it’s another box ticked on the way to rebuilding my life. Another step taken towards feeling better. Isn’t it funny how a load of unopened bills can weigh so heavy on the mind? But having a big box of papers hanging around reminding you of all the boring stuff you have to do is not good for the soul.

Now that’s been tackled, I can start the next phase – which I guess I already started when I moved.

It’s the organising my life stage ready for the ‘new’ me, the organised me, the me who knows exactly where all my money goes and how much comes in. When you’re half of a couple you can afford to let someone else take care of things, the mind-numbing mathematical jobs can be shared between you. You have someone there to remind you to pay a bill, close one down or shop around.

Now I’m the only grown up in the household it all falls to me, and there’s no escaping the monotony of adult responsibility.

Shredded paper in my hand

I suppose it was kind of a way of putting off the other stuff I have to sort – the sentimental things I have piled up in various rooms that I can’t bear to part with.

Pictures, books, albums – not all of them I want to part with, but they do need to find homes in my new house rather than sitting here in cardboard boxes. Some I got rid of before I moved, but it’s a slow process and one that can’t be rushed.

In a way it feels like another thing that is deleting Roger from this world. Getting rid of letters with his name on that will never be printed out again. Tying up all the loose ends and finalising his end. But you know, as a friend keeps reminding me, it’s not things it’s memories. Throwing away some old letters from a solicitor in 1998 does not mean I love my husband any less. And now it’s done, I think I feel slightly lighter in my head for doing it.

x Julia

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    Dr Mummykins
    January 28, 2017 at 5:36 pm

    Beautiful post (as always). I’m definitely the half that ignores all things paperwork related…so I can imagine it feeling pretty amazing once you’d made your way through it all. (Also well done for ALMOST being vegan for a month haha!) x x
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    Notmyyearoff
    January 28, 2017 at 5:36 pm

    I always find it so therapeutic to get rid of a whole pile of letters. I’m pretty rubbish at sorting things out like this and they just build up and build up. I had a big decluttering over Xmas and it felt so good. It sounds like you’re finding those steps soul affirming, if that’s a word, and it sounds so good. -and your friend is right, it’s memories not things that are important. Xx
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    Tina Crossey
    January 28, 2017 at 8:10 pm

    Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing x

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    Rachel @ The Ordinary Lovely
    January 28, 2017 at 9:41 pm

    Well done, J. It can’t have been easy. But dealing with the boring stuff might free up a bit more space in your brain for better stuff xx
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    christina meneaud
    January 28, 2017 at 10:37 pm

    Just lost my husband on the 21st. December after only being told he had cancer less than a month earlier so I can relate to everything you said about the paper work it’s nightmare , luckily for me my children are grown up and have done most of it for me x hope I can be as strong as you take care x

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    Carie
    January 29, 2017 at 9:35 am

    Oh that can’t have been easy at all – but it must feel like a massive monkey off your back now it is done, and I agree with your friend – memories don’t live in random piles of old mail!

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    RachelSwirl
    January 30, 2017 at 12:02 am

    It feels great to declutter and get all tidy doesnt it.
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