More than a messy closetA week ago today, I tore into my closet, a job long overdue and much dreaded. Good thing my husband went with our son-in-law to spend the night at his ranch.
Last Thursday, after 9,940 steps on my Fitbit, I did not uncover my bed until 10:54 p.m. You have to make a bigger mess to clean a mess, and mine had been accumulating, gaining ground, burying me under too much stuff.
Only that day was just the beginning.
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|My bed is under there somewhere|
My Crazy Heart
A Crisis of Belief
Do yourself and everyone you love a favor. Let it go.
Earn its place
My eldest daughter recently emptied her closet, saying that everything she put back once it was emptied had to "earn its place."
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My youngest daughter came and helped me organize office space, which is why I can sit down and write this blog. But the real reason I share this cathartic experience has to do with the weight lifted and the freedom I feel now that this job is done.
Now I can think. And play. And write. Ta-dah!
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