clutter

I've been purging things from my past that no longer serve me.

As with anything we choose to do, if we have momentum, that makes things move along so much easier. However, if the momentum fades, it is that much harder to get going again.

This is a choice we all have to make.

Last Thursday morning on a call with Feather, I was made aware of a blind spot which caused me to be stuck for the last month.

After the call I was feeling massively empowered, so I chose to clean my patio, which I haven't used since I moved back into my place 18 months ago, and it felt so good to be finally able to use that space!

Shortly afterwards I chose to clean up the contact list in my phone, cutting what remained from my past, this wasn't too bad once I got going.

Next I chose to clean up my social media contacts, however, this proved to be much harder as I felt a lot of resistance. Again, once I got going it was easier.

One pass.

Two passes.

Five passes.

The result? A lot less noise and a lot better signal.

I was on a roll!

you thought you were on a roll...

Next I chose to tackle the clutter I created in my living space. Clutter that my coach pointed out to me "that you have chosen to tolerate".

I assessed the situation; I had a storage room with "stuff" just piling up, boxes filled with more empty boxes, and boxes containing product I need to ship were placed haphazardly against the hallway walls.

As I stood in my living room, I saw what this all represented.

I was blocking flow.

So I tackled the clutter by placing all of the product in the living room to sort, cut down the empty boxes, took the discards to recycling and claimed back my space!

Success!

Not quite.

There was this pile of product that was now taking up my living room floor.

It's now late Friday night and I decided to deal with it tomorrow.

Saturday comes.

Saturday goes.

Sunday comes.

Sunday goes.

that you have chosen to tolerate...

Monday goes.

Tuesday goes.

Wednesday goes.

I created this pile of stuff right after I decided to declutter my space.

I kept walking around it.

I kept stepping over it.

I kept ignoring it.

In my mind I was avoiding it.

Part of me was holding on to this clutter, this blockage.

Part of me hated myself every time I had to look at it.

And that's when I saw the dysfunctional cycle reappear.

This was no different that when I kept staring at the blank wall I wanted to paint the mural on.

I see the pile and I viciously berate myself for not doing something about it.

more doing...

This morning I was notified that I am 200 days sober, so I took advantage of this inspiration and took action!

Sorted out the product, made a space in the storage room to neatly stack them up for easy access.

less worrying...

Piece by piece the pile got smaller.

Then it was done.

30 minutes was all it took.

30 minutes and I got my space back.

But it took 5 days to get here.

it only took 5 days to get here...

You are right.

I am proud of myself that it only took me 5 days to get this task done, instead of the months it just sat disorganized.

Yes. I'm going to take to time to appreciate these small wins, as I don't do it often enough.

When I am done we go tackle the next blockage.

#chasingbutterflies