Odds and ins, necessities or not, all too much for the space that housed it.
With each spot cleaned out, with each box filled for storage or trash pile made, the realization of unknown clutter that we had hidden throughout our home sank in deeper and deeper .
The additional space this brought was refreshing. The feeling of not having unnecessary items lying around is peaceful.
Once in a blue moon when I was in high school I would get tired of the walking path that lead from my bed to my door and desired more out of the room I had. So, I would organize--which back then likely meant wash all clean or dirty clothes scattered all over the floor because who knew what was what by that point. And I can specifically remember the feeling of laying down to sleep in that nice, spacious, clean room and feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction.
Same with my car. I remember my friend and I cleaning our cars out together and being so proud after. Yet weeks later all progress being undone and forgotten about.
So why didn't I keep it up? Should I blame my sister that I wanted to be like-because that seems like a legit crutch. But no. Likely, pure laziness and lack of respect for my space or items.
And now, it's not that I don't respect the space that we have or feel lazy about it...not always at least. Well, maybe I do. Unknowingly, maybe so.
And unfortunately, until we've cleared out the junk and can see the difference of clutter vs clean, we don't even realize the mess we've made. We don't even realize the opportunity towards a positive when we're comfortable in the clutter.
You see where I'm going here....
Aside from obvious physical clutter, where else are we hoarding too much? It doesn't have to even be at the state of overflowing and spilling out. Those are obvious moments. When something simple and meaningless sets off the waterworks--obvious signs of overflow.
But it's where you don't even realize it. Where you're somewhat comfortable sitting and living amongst it. Just dealing with the excess and growing accustom to navigating with less space mentally and physically.
Well, seeing the difference just recently, I say forget that.
Maybe it will mean I have to take time weekly to declutter myself. Which likely means bi-weekly...or-as reality may have it-monthly.
Going through and seeing where I've cluttered my life. Where have I cluttered my marriage with unnecessary worries, fights, struggles? Where have I cluttered my parenting with overthinking, too high expectations, overly busy schedules? Where I have I cluttered my spiritual relationship with excuses, pride, and selfishness?
