Nature abhors a vacuum. We’ve all heard this right? It has felt like the theme of my Life for, um, well, let’s just say for way too long now. Lord, the stuff piles up, doesn’t it? Clutter of every kind and shape: physical, emotional, mental, financial… things that need attention and yet, go unattended. How can the next, new, fabulous, perfect thing arrive in our lives when we have stuff in the way that is decidedly not next. Not new. Or it is simply unfabulous. Grr.
Knowing my roomie would be out of town several weeks, I decided it would be an ideal time to clear everything out of my room and load my stuff down in the living room, where I could sift through through the boxes and piles, streamline, purge, reorganize and then put only the necessary things back into my room in a peaceful, Zen-like way. Oh, how I wish that is how it played out, but… no. I was at critical mass with her impending arrival. There was no way I could avoid the disaster in the living room any longer, and no way I could go through things the way I had wanted to.
As I was hauling everything back up into my room, I realized during the time all of it was not in my room, I found I actually needed surprisingly little of it. What WAS all of this stuff? Why am I holding on to it? What are my attachments to this STUFF? And why can’t I seem to get rid of more of it more often? Just let it go, right? It makes complete sense that certain new things I want and even require in my Life have not revealed themselves to me because all this other stuff is in the way. There is some of my energy attached to every single thing in my possession, so why is it stored away in boxes, disorganized, doing nothing but sitting there? It makes no sense. And here I am, lugging it from city to city, apartment to apartment, room to room. Oy. Seriously, what’s going on there?
I’m in a bit of a reinventing/rebirthing phase at the moment. I’m clearing out the gunk. As I mentioned here, I’m doing it with my body. My belongings are a logical next step. I’ve already gone through my clothes – if I didn’t absolutely love it right now at this point in my experience, it went in the giveaway box. Sure I’ve wound up with three shirts, four pairs of underwear and one pair of shoes, but I LOVE all of them! On each box of other stuff I have to go through now, I’m putting a post-it note with a date: the day I will go through the box, ruthlessly asking if each item or piece of paper fits in with the Life I am creating for myself now. I know there will be challenges, but making room has to be done – for new things I may want, sure, but also for new habits, new beliefs, new abundance, new relationships and new ideas.
Life continues unfolding, and it looks like a beautiful John Varvatos shirt…
