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Embracing The Declutter: Lessons from My Tupperware

Posted on January 14, 2026 by mittonmusings

Well, as usual, great laid plans seemed to have gone a muck this week. New Year, new thoughts, new plans. Which, in my case, involved going room by room and cleaning and purging a few things. We got more stuff at Christmas, and it is time to be out with the old. And yet, here it is the middle of the week and I haven’t even got my blog post done, let alone extra deep cleaning. And the laundry? Why, oh why, is there always extra laundry? Not even extra… just regular stuff that is still not done! *Sigh* I suppose I have to be “gracious” with myself once and a while. (If you know, you know, if you don’t, read this).

However, I did get to one task last week… the Tupperware containers! We were given a big set of new (glass!) re-usable storage containers for Christmas, and I am eager to get using those, but we have a cupboard filled with mismatched, oddball, well used lunchables already that needed organizing. Our cupboard is an upper cupboard that is a full length lazy Susan… which is an okay spot for said containers, except that the top shelf is too high for me to see, and lids often get stuck over the sides, causing the lazy Susan to stick, and, well, you get it, we needed a remix.

Now, this minimal task didn’t take very long… I pulled everything out, wiped the shelving down, matched lid to container, stacked and put ’em all back in! Yet, it always surprises me what you end up with… where did this one come from? Did I buy this or did it some how end up in there hand me down from someone else’s goodies; or did the hubby “steal” it from work thinking it was ours? Now, you know me, I hate to waste anything, so I have saved all the take out containers, over the year, for animal feed bowls and the lids make good plant water catchers under pots. Eventually, they get cracked up and useless and need to be recycled as well. I just don’t have the counter space for them, though, so they got reduced down too.

All this to say, the task got done, and my shelves are tidy. The mismatched but still good containers got collected and have moved to the craft room… for possible use there. Yes, the craft room is on the purge list… but that is going to be a much, much bigger project!

As usual, the process had me a musing. How much are we like my Tupperware cupboard? We all have one of those collections. Useful, but mismatched. Each of us come in different sizes and makes. Some are sturdy glass with tight fitting, no leak lids that snap in place. Others are useful, but temporary. Easily recycled after their best efforts. Others are good, but don’t fit in with the group… they don’t nestle and stack together nicely, or they are just the wrong size, with weird lids. Perhaps stolen from another venue.

Of course, I am not talking about how people’s size or “type” are rejected, but you get the thought, right? I’m thinking about how God’s church is so diverse, and yet, each are set for their direct purposes. Our leaders are sometimes appointed for a time, but somehow get separated from their secure lids who have gone off to be plant pot protectors. Or those of us who are short lived. Useful, but made to bounce. Temporary. Others, the expensive glass — meant to last but easily shatter if not treated carefully. I love it.

Still, every now and then, God must decide He needs to clean out the cupboard. Rescue the lids who are fallen and stuck. Move the broken, recycle the cracked, and replace and re-organize. Some of us get moved to the craft room, for new lives. Others have done their jobs and are lovingly tossed in the recycle bin. I dunno. Maybe the thought is pushing it. Whatever the case, it has been very nice to swing that lazy Susan around and find exactly what I am looking for, complete with the matching lid. And if anyone messes it up, they are in trouble! Craft room… I’m coming for you. Stay tuned.

New Year Reflections: The Year of Being Gracious

Posted on January 7, 2026 by mittonmusings

Well, Well, Well. 2026 Has certainly started off with a bang. I am already late for the first post of the year, and we are working on our 3rd snow day in a row off school and there is not a cloud in the sky. My chickens have not left the coop in weeks. They hate the snow. The rabbits and rats need cleaning. We have been hosting most of the holidays, and although we maintained throughout the season, for some reason our house fell apart in the last few days. There are empty boxes and doo dads and whatzits galore. Clean up has started, but it’s going to take a hot second.

Somehow, my #wordoftheyear seems grossly appropriate in light of the first week of January. We’ve had some strong feelings circulating around — things just seemed so “heavy” for a few family members. Let’s back track for a minute, though. Last year, 2025 was the year of “growth”. I failed again. I think. I couldn’t even remember what my word was… had to look it up. Our garden failed again. We made it through some milestones, but did we grow? I’m not sure. Realistically, I’m sure we did… but in a way that we focused on and purposed? Who knows anymore. So, it’s time for a new start.

Which brings us around to this year. 2026. I have reached the stage in my life where I am old enough to no longer be cool, yet old enough to not care if I am. We are grandparents. We are now “grandma’s house” where you go to visit rather than live. We will likely be empty nesters this year, as the youngest goes off to post secondary education. We are seeking to step aside a little and let the next generation begin to shine. I’m not as tech savvy as I used to be. I can’t keep up like I used to. My eyes are a little weaker and I am moving a little slower. Things are quieter. And that’s okay.

I have discovered that the next generation is so in tune with their mental health… and yet are struggling still. There is a fragility among them. And I am not sure if it is a good or a bad thing. I’ve noticed that, especially since Covid years, people are more apt to say “no”. Rules of etiquette are wavering in the light of self preservation. Again, I can’t decide if this is good or bad. I’m caught in the world between “tsk tsking” the worship leader for wearing his baseball cap up front, and smiling at the little kid dancing down the aisles during candlelight service. I’m struggling to be kind at the grocery store to the young cashier, and fighting with online services who don’t have real people to call when there is a mix up — and there is always a mix up!

In a world of A.I. and Amazon, I’m stuck with only a few tabs open — where others can flit between screens faster than I can Google how. I’m struggling, too, in the sandwich generation of keeping the peace. Although I see that according to the internet… I am even too old for that definition! And yes, I still use three dots to declare a break in thought! Yet, it’s not all doom and gloom. We’re not dead yet! We are going to try the garden — again. The spring chick orders have just come out… and you know I’ve looked at it! We are figuring out if we want to add goats and meat birds to Itsnotta farm. There are still pallets sitting in my (albeit snow covered) driveway. I want to learn how to refinish furniture this year. I need to clean and purge. I need to start doing Yoga again. Thirty years of marriage in 2026! That deserves a getaway, doesn’t it?

The grandbabies will come to the house and make us smile at all their new discoveries. We’ll have to ask for help now for things. We might do less while still doing more. Most of all, we will have to learn to be kind. Not to be stick-in-the-muds. To still try. To do it with wisdom, instead of narrow mindedness. To try and understand where the young moms are at in this fast paced society of constant change. Where the men who don’t know how to be men are at when the world is giving them conflicting views. Where the generation who has had everything handed to them still don’t know how to “adult”. And do it with a whole lot of grace. Originally, that was my word: grace. Although, with a bit of time, it’s merged from grace to gracious. That’s what I need to be in 2026. I love the internet’s overview:

“Gracious” means kind,courteous,and pleasant,showing politeness and good manners, often extending to others in a generous way, like a gracious host or a gracious acceptance of a compliment;

It can also describe a life of comfort and elegance (“gracious living”) *YES* or be used as an old-fashioned exclamation of surprise (e.g., “Good gracious!”).

Essentially, it implies charm, generosity of spirit, and thoughtful consideration, especially towards those in a lower position or in difficult situations.

Key Meanings:

Kind & Courteous: Friendly, polite, and showing good manners, even in tough spots.
Elegant & Comfortable: Suggests a lifestyle of luxury, ease, and good taste (e.g., “a gracious home”). *GOALS*
Merciful & Benevolent: Showing compassion or favour, often used for divine beings (“our gracious King”).
Exclamation: “Good gracious!” expresses surprise or mild shock.

So, there ya have it. 2026’s # wordoftheyear is “Gracious”… with the goal of embodying all of the above! Will you keep me accountable? Will you comment when posts come out that are not so gracious?! Focus. Focus. For now, though, I have to clean up my house! (lifestyle of luxury and ease, remember?) And hope that the family will be a little gracious to me for letting it get this way! Happy New Year, beloveds! See you soon…

A Little Review

Posted on December 30, 2025 by mittonmusings

Well… Here we are in that week between Christmas and New Year when we don’t know what day it is, nor what time it is. I ate salad today… so that’s a good thing. It’s bitterly cold, so I am hibernating. And not really cooking. We are surviving on leftovers.

Yet, it is time to do a little reflecting. I think it has been an okay year. Admittedly, I had to look up my word of the year. Obviously, I wasn’t focused on it. Maybe I was. Ah well. “There’s always next year!”

Like a good movie, or Netflix series, I’m just sending out a teaser today… a preview for next week to fully dive in to next year’s #wordoftheyear. Did we accomplish goals? What are we headed into for 2026? More animals? Will the garden ever get growing? What will mittonmusings.com look like? I need to take some time to pray during this no-mans-land week to seek some guidance as to where God wants me to be next year. Will you join me?