After a slight hiccup of sleep, downtime, and enjoying catching a breath, it’s been back to a whirlwind.
Unmentionable stuff’s gotten real. 😀
One thing I’ve learned from decluttering my life for the past four days: a messy home increases my stress level. I know this on an intellectual level, and yet every time I try to put off grown-up work until I have more time. The payoff for procrastination is great in the short term (especially when I’m running late), but the cost is higher and harder to recognize.
In diving back into “real” life, I’ve encountered some Oh My GOSH moments of pettiness, stupidity, self-defeating obstinance, entitlement, self-absorption, and outright nastiness. Childishness, if you will.
I’ve come home to the refuge of twinkling Christmas lights (Don’t judge…it’s not Epiphany yet! Oh, wait…), tidier rooms, and little moments of peace.
I might have endured a 14 hour day on not even 6 hours of sleep, and I might have dealt with a jaw-dropping incident of…let’s just say ICK…but I can snuggle under one of my favorite wraps, cuddle in my favorite flannel pajamas, and turn my mind to more pleasant things.
For one, my newly repaired violin waits for me in the corner of my living room. I’m desperate to give it a try, but I like anticipation. Sometimes I prefer anticipation for fear that reality will disappoint. I have thought about this moment for years, and I want it to be just right.
But also, as I’m sorting through a hectic beginning to a hectic week, I’ve thought about the unexpected negativity. Treating it appropriately is far more important that I’ve realized, just as physical clutter stresses me more than I know (until later).
When petty people make petty comments about petty events, the pettiness becomes contagious. It’s easy to stoop down to the level of malicious, busybody gossip. It’s even easier to allow the filth to contaminate our home and heart. We take it in, day after day, without cleaning up the residue.
I take out the trash several times a week, but do I take out the small-minded, hurtful, and ignorant comments I’ve encountered?
I scrub my sinks and counters with disinfectant, but do I spray-clean the corners of my heart that try to hold onto hurt conflict?
How about you? As you’ve worked hard to de-stuff your life (little by little or in huge steps), are you letting go of the pain inside your heart? It’s hard to do it all at once (if not impossible), but perhaps today we can start with one.
I have a hurt I’d love to release into the sky like a helium balloon. I think mine is red, heart-shaped, and sounds a bit like a beginning violinist’s first squawk.
Fly away, little noisy hurt. Fly fast and free, away to a land where you can find peace.
And I’ll enjoy the light of my glimmering Christmas tree.
Are you ready to de-stuff your life, one hurt at a time?