Cleaning House
I had a day of down time from writing. I had lots to say, alot of stuff on my mind but I was too emotionally attached to the issues to write a fair spin. I did take the time not on here to find other ways to deal with my frustrations. I realistically accepted my boundaries knowing that no matter how upset I got over the root of my distress, I was not in a position to directly do anything about it. I did however, have control over managing what kaos was going on in my living and driving space; my apartment and car.
I attacked my bathroom as if the forces that are holding my finances hostage lived on my bathtub and sink and toilet. Between scrubbing, swirling and chemical bleach assault i sterilized any evidence of lost control. The mayhem in my car was alleviated by rolling up my sleeves and just getting rid of all the stuff that served no purpose. There were papers and bottles of Gatorade, clothes and gift wrap. My poor car became a catchers mitt for anything I didn't feel the need to drag back up to my apartment. The state of being out of control inside my car mirrored my life. I was hanging onto stuff that served no purpose or didn't need. It was therapeutic to tidy up my bathroom and car. It didn't find me a job or put money in my pocket but it did distract me and it did give me a sense of accomplishment.
As I write this I become aware that we all hang onto things that we no longer need and we allow all this stuff to clutter sometimes mask over issues that need to be addressed. It's always a good idea to master control over any physical environment but it's also a good idea to tidy up your emotional and spiritual house too.
I attacked my bathroom as if the forces that are holding my finances hostage lived on my bathtub and sink and toilet. Between scrubbing, swirling and chemical bleach assault i sterilized any evidence of lost control. The mayhem in my car was alleviated by rolling up my sleeves and just getting rid of all the stuff that served no purpose. There were papers and bottles of Gatorade, clothes and gift wrap. My poor car became a catchers mitt for anything I didn't feel the need to drag back up to my apartment. The state of being out of control inside my car mirrored my life. I was hanging onto stuff that served no purpose or didn't need. It was therapeutic to tidy up my bathroom and car. It didn't find me a job or put money in my pocket but it did distract me and it did give me a sense of accomplishment.
As I write this I become aware that we all hang onto things that we no longer need and we allow all this stuff to clutter sometimes mask over issues that need to be addressed. It's always a good idea to master control over any physical environment but it's also a good idea to tidy up your emotional and spiritual house too.