I have spent the last three years decluttering my heart and soul. Though I am still a work in progress, and have a lot of “clean up” left to do, I have finally reached the point in my journey where I am on to the next stage in my growth:
I have way too much shit, and it has to go
Every year around this time I reorganize, sort, donate, etc. But I don’t think I’ve ever really felt the need to purge deep down in my bones, in my soul, because anything that has gone away in the past has been replaced by something else coming in.
This year feels different. I’m ready to let it go…to truly simplify in a way that my head always wanted, but my heart (I guess) didn’t. It is overwhelming to tackle such a thing…to disattach Meaning to the Thing…to let go of the fear of “what if I miss it? what if I need it someday?” To deeply consider what brings me joy…and what is simply attachment to the past…
It’s hard, this embarkation…but I think it is finally time.
A Half Hour a Day 