Little Dose of Happiness 10.27.21: Curate Your Life

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I recently ‘curated’ my inventory of Halloween decorations. I let go of much of what I had accumulated over the years…things that no longer suited my tastes, were too messy, or were too difficult or too large to store. You can watch my decision making process in this YouTube video here as I sort through jack-o-lanterns, skeletons and other spooky accessories. This scary candelabra was a keeper.


C U R A T E

‘Curate’ is a very popular word right now, and justifiably so in my humble opinion. I love the notion of ‘curating’ all manner of things. Separating the wheat from the chaff of objects and ideas, responsibilities and habits… and deciding what constitutes each. Defining and determining at this point in time what is valuable or invaluable to us …what to keep vs. what to discard. It's a tool for reinvention, I think. Making judgments as to which items or ideas are still consonant with our aesthetic, our lifestyle, our value set, even our finances…and which are not is a noble exercise I think. Things no inherently good or bad, per se, just pertinent or not to how we see ourselves and how we want to live and express ourselves.

cu-rate verb

ESSENTIAL MEANING

: to take charge of (a museum) or organize (an art exhibit)

: to pull together, sift through, and select for presentation, as music or website content

(The book below is an example of such curation and the popularity of the concept right now. You can find it here.)



In my last newsletter, I talked about the importance and value of ritual in our daily rounds. I have found curation to have similar merit as we tackle our weekly to-do lists and make judgment calls as to how to spend our time and our resources. For example, I am about to tackle the stacks of storage bins in my basement that corral and protect my Christmas and winter decor…just as I did with my Halloween decorations here recently. This process could be difficult. Too much nostalgia and poignant flashbacks to my sons' childhood, bittersweet memories of loved ones now past, and a serious dose of ‘WHAT were yo