I have dream that I would like to share with you. I have struggled for years with keeping my home out of chaos. I have rooms and rooms that are filled with boxes, bins and bags. Filled with stuff that I know I do not need. Yet each time I try to go through this excess clutter, I freeze and turn away from the mess. I choose to ignore it. I pretend it does not exist.
Recently I have found a glimmer of strength to begin this huge process of releasing all of this excess 'stuff'. I have boxed up close to 40 boxes that have been or are waiting to be donated. These 40 boxes are just a drop in the bucket. I have planned out what is to take place the next few weeks to help remove this clutter from our home. I feel strong and ready. So my dream is this: To release all of the clutter that has kept myself and my family in chaos. To have a home that feels like the peaceful haven that we all deserve.
I CAN make this dream come true. However, if my dream is to become a reality I need all the support I can get. I would love to share this success with others at the same time. So for the next couple of weeks I will be posting daily. I will be sharing my progress as I climb this mountain. It is going to be difficult. I will be battling a demon along the way. This demon is that part of me that feels comfort from holding on to things. That loud voice in my head that throws a tantrum every time I try to discard of some useless object. I will be using this blog as a way to be accountable. To get the job done. I also feel like this blog is to be used as a way to reach out to the angels that exist to keep me strong and focused. I'm going to just put it out there and say that I feel as if I am being Divinely inspired to share this task. Maybe no one will follow along on this venture, but thats ok. Because as the Abba song, I Have a Dream, says: I believe in angels. When I know the time is right for me, I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.
Just my thoughts.
10 comments:
OMGoodness! Wow, this really speaks to me. I have fought the same fight as you for many, many years. I was just thinking that it would be great if I could dedicate an hour every day to cleaning, unpacking, organizing, and decluttering. My default is to ignore it, say I'll do it later, and then find something to distract myself. The distracting...it's exhausting. I'll make my own little promise to myself to spend an hour each day working on my home, and making it the haven that I want and need. I'll participate with you. :)
Bravo to you! You can do this! :)
Lots and lots of luck! Wow, 40 boxes only a drop in the ocean!?? good grief, it IS a mountain.
But look, there you are, climbing and climbing.
Go for it!
I excitedly await updates as you unclutter your life, physically and even more so mentally. As you do so, we all share in that freedom. Go for it! I believe in you!
I'll follow along, Jill. Just keep going!
So proud of you Jill! I can feel you getting more and more translucent with every one of those boxes packed up and shipped out. Keep going! :)
Dream big Jill! :)
Good job! One box at a time you are transforming your life for the better! You can do it! Way to go! Smile as you do it, for you are giving yourself and your family a wonderful gift--and all those boxes of stuff will be useful to someone else, so really, many, many people are benefiting from your efforts!
Thank you all so much for the show of support. I am truly blessed with many angels watching over me. I hope that this experience can be an example of hope for me and any others out there that need to learn how to let go.
One box at a time. You have the determination. I need to de-clutter areas of my life too. You're inspiring me. Thanks!
Oh sweetie...I can relate to this. My Mother is a hoarder. Growing up, our house was filled with boxes and bags and stuff--we could not even walk through the living room! I never had friends over and my bed room was an oasis (always clean). After my Step-Father passed my mother had to move into an apartment. It took me and my bother weeks to clean the house (plus 4 huge trash bins we had to rent). It was so crazy...like something you would see on Oprah.
She realized that she could not let go. She attached memories to everything! A piece of paper. Scissors...you name it. Now she lives in a tiny one bedroom and can't keep stuff (she still has some piles...lol). But it is nothing compared how it was growing up.
I know you can tackle this...you are already making progress. Just take it one day at a time.
Big hugs to you!
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