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As an American of Italian descent, my holiday meals are generally synchronized works of art. So this year, when I asked Mr. Rogers what he would like to add to our holiday meal, I was pleasantly surprised when all he asked for was corn.
Corn? I’ve never had corn as part of my Thanksgiving feast. I can EASILY do corn.
I have a friend who “declutters” for a living; it doesn’t matter if you are a downsizing senior or an inefficient professional; she’s the master of re-organization.
I, on the other hand, am a recycler; I see the beauty in almost everything. I’m not just a saver of stuff per se but more of a sentimental connoisseur. So this week, while strung out on DayQuil, I decided to declutter my home and, in doing so, I unwittingly decluttered my mind and spirit. Let me explain.
Some say we have 50, 60, or 70+ THOUSAND thoughts a day; looking at my chaos, and I wondered how many brain cells I’d burned subconsciously thinking about the crap that physically surrounded me? Items evoking the powers of fear, anger, disdain, and embarrassment were all resting in my kitchen cabinets. I found stupidity, failure, and gas pains lurking in my pantry. My bathroom was awash with the scents of first dates, success, and bitchiness. I wondered, where did sexy go?
Rummaging and discarding; physically crushing and crashing my past, I felt lighter.
And with the lightness came clarity and joy.
Week after week, I share stories about my every day, and sometimes, not so everyday life.
I’ve asked you to look up and out; this week, I am challenging you to take a look inside.
Inside your cabinets, your home, your office, and your life. What’s lurking in plain sight that can be crushed, crashed, and discarded? Think about it.
Until next week,
Sometimes, I need to live with a story; you know, really make peace with it before I can share it with you. This was one of those times.
There are a few things you should know about me; I’m an adventurer and I have a bit of a wild hair. I don’t have a bucket list but I joyfully follow my heart and intuition when it comes to living my life.
Hunter Thomas once said, “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”.
I’m hoping to stay vertical on my current adventure — but, let’s be honest, odds are slim.
Have great week,