When we moved a few months ago, I was secretly giddy inside because I knew this could be my chance to start with a fresh clean slate, at least when it comes to our home.
Since we’d been living in our previous home for almost 12 years, some days I felt trapped by all the stuff we’d collected. It seemed like every year that passed, I allowed more and more to cram in every corner possible. We were truly about to explode.
My stuff started suffocating our family and my dreams. I felt so overwhelmed, most days I just chose to ignore the issue and hoped it would go away by some miracle.
Moving seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel because I knew it would force me to come face to face with my clutter and do something about it. Whether I was ready or not.
First, packing felt freeing. We packed boxes effectively and orderly. Items were labeled and stacked neatly.
Well, then real life hit and I started running out of time to keep up with the pace of my orderly packing self.
Everything became chaos – faster than I could tape boxes.
Pack it up. We MUST get this stuff out of this house.
Deadlines loomed and I survived on Mountain Dew and too few hours of sleep most days.
At the new house, my dreams of a clean slate slowly became rooms filled with boxes – boxes that weren’t organized or orderly. Boxes all mixed up with stuff crammed inside just to get moved fast.
This is my reality today.
Yes, I’m working to get this house organized and unpacked, but it’s not what I hoped and prayed it would be. This isn’t a fast process. This isn’t the clean slate I wanted.
The new house didn’t fix my clutter problem. Imagine that??
You’d think I’d know by now from experience as a Realtor that houses rarely fix our problems…right?!?!
I’m an expert at shifting clutter and organizing clutter and disguising clutter. See???
I do it all the time.
I can find places to store stuff and make it pretty. I can hoard and cram and pack and stack.
And then my husband has the nerve to ask, “Where’s the trashing out part??”
He’s so right. And I don’t like how he’s allllways right. 😉
Here I am, dealing with the demons in my closet and my boxes. Just a girl with big dreams to do big things. Like an onion, God is slowing peeling back the layers and showing me that the only way to grow is to let go.
And that is the hardest thing for me to do.
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