I was cleaning the playroom. Not a typical simply-put-things-away kind of cleaning, but the kind of true inventorying, and sorting through that must happen from time to time. I went through the bins, and sorted miscellaneous pieces into their appropriate groups. The puzzles that were scattered on the floor were completed to assess for missing pieces. Broken items were tossed, and long outgrown or forgotten trinkets were packed in a box to give to others to enjoy.
Partway through the process, I stopped and looked around. "Oh wow!" I thought "This place is a disaster!". Piles here and there, bags of trash being filled and waiting to be carted off.
It took time, and effort - and quite honestly a few kleenex, as I had managed to stir up a little dust, which got my eyes watering and my nose running. Other typical daily tasks got put aside for the day. But, when it was complete, it was worth it. Well worth it. It looked like a new room!
After I'd finished, I passed by the open front door. I peered out the glass storm door at the beautiful autumn day, and I stopped. Just stopped. I turned back toward the playroom as the realization hit me.
SOOOOOO....THAT is what is happening. The playroom became symbolic of the recent events in my life. I have been decluttering. I have been sorting through, and getting rid of the things in my life that are broken, outgrown or forgotten.
No wonder I'm exhausted. No wonder I feel behind in the tasks of daily life. No wonder I feel like I am living surrounded by piles and boxes.... I AM!! As I have done with the playroom, I am doing with my life. Cleaning it out...
The insight helped me to feel renewed. It also restored hope. I am on the right path. I am doing as I should. There will be order and peace again.
I smiled, grateful for the realization, and for the assurance that I hadn't completely lost my mind. It is as it should be. It is a time of sorting, decluttering and renewal!
Ahhhhhh....
Now... to tackle my closet!
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