I'm purging my life.
Purging my closets, purging my bookshelves, purging my basement, my kitchen, my bathrooms, my bedroom, my kids' toys, my storage areas, my old rugs and furniture.
Stuff I've held on to because I believed I still needed it - gone.
Stuff I've held on to because it was once precious to me - gone.
Stuff I've held on to because I hoped I might enjoy it again someday in the future - gone.
It's something I've needed to do for a long time, but I've been putting it off because I was afraid of making a mistake.
Now I realize that the real mistake was cluttering up my space, my attention, my life - with stuff that I don't need or want anymore.
It feels a little bit scary, all this purging, but it also feels
It's like weeding the garden but much more brutal. And, as with the garden, I know that after this initial investment of effort, future purges will be much, much easier. Once you clear out the weeds, it's easier to see the plants. And once the plants are allowed to grow and thrive, the weeds are easy to recognize for what they are and clear as they pop up.
Good things are coming, starting this week. I am preparing to receive them with an uncluttered home and an open heart.