I spent a lot of time preparing for this moment. Mentally I had to wrap my head around it first, then I had to come up with an elimination plan that I could execute without curling up in a corner somewhere crying my eyes out. I have a tough time letting go of things.
It always takes me a little while to "process" after I've come home from a trip. It seems like when I travel I tend to record events rather than feelings or intuitions...those pop up later. I fill my journal with the day to day goings on in vivid detail so that it stays fresh in my mind.
Upon return, my daily routine kicks back in and I lose the connectedness to the individual events but somehow become entwined in the subtle emotional response I had to each of those events while they were taking place. Interesting...like the heavy stuff (basic fact) goes to the bottom and the light, airy, whimsical things (perceptions) float to the top.
The heavy stuff ~ it is hot in El Salvador, it is dusty, it is humid, wonderful fresh fruit and great food, the people are stunningly beautiful, there is a visible wall between the rich and poor, Spanish speaking, basic housing.
Whimsical stuff~ people are happy even though they have very little, generosity is a given, they love the expression of beauty, I have so much and yet complain, my life is complicated and I long for simplicity, creativity is squashed when every spare moment has been clogged with events.
So here I am today. Arming myself to do something in response to the whimsy. I am a bit of a clutter bug and I mean that in every sense of the word, literally and metaphorically. I tend to fill corners of my life with stuff that either I don't know what to do with at that moment or simply don't feel like dealing with at the time.
All the junk that has accumulated in my life has been an anchor thrown into the sea, securing me to ONE spot and holding me captive. I really had to think it through when I got back...what have I cluttered my life with that has chained me?
It's like the garbage...if you never take it out and change the bag, eventually it would start to stink and things would rot inside of it. What have I been plugging my nose over in my life? Too busy, too much stuff, too stressed, too concerned with what others think of me, to name a few. How do I fix it?
Start with the storage room...
It always takes me a little while to "process" after I've come home from a trip. It seems like when I travel I tend to record events rather than feelings or intuitions...those pop up later. I fill my journal with the day to day goings on in vivid detail so that it stays fresh in my mind.
Upon return, my daily routine kicks back in and I lose the connectedness to the individual events but somehow become entwined in the subtle emotional response I had to each of those events while they were taking place. Interesting...like the heavy stuff (basic fact) goes to the bottom and the light, airy, whimsical things (perceptions) float to the top.
The heavy stuff ~ it is hot in El Salvador, it is dusty, it is humid, wonderful fresh fruit and great food, the people are stunningly beautiful, there is a visible wall between the rich and poor, Spanish speaking, basic housing.
Whimsical stuff~ people are happy even though they have very little, generosity is a given, they love the expression of beauty, I have so much and yet complain, my life is complicated and I long for simplicity, creativity is squashed when every spare moment has been clogged with events.
So here I am today. Arming myself to do something in response to the whimsy. I am a bit of a clutter bug and I mean that in every sense of the word, literally and metaphorically. I tend to fill corners of my life with stuff that either I don't know what to do with at that moment or simply don't feel like dealing with at the time.
All the junk that has accumulated in my life has been an anchor thrown into the sea, securing me to ONE spot and holding me captive. I really had to think it through when I got back...what have I cluttered my life with that has chained me?
It's like the garbage...if you never take it out and change the bag, eventually it would start to stink and things would rot inside of it. What have I been plugging my nose over in my life? Too busy, too much stuff, too stressed, too concerned with what others think of me, to name a few. How do I fix it?
Start with the storage room...
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