This morning began early with a text, a phone call, and a Facebook PM. I didn’t get to sleep until after 2 so I wasn’t expecting to rise early today. No worries. It meant I could get going on my long list of things I wanted to accomplish. I dressed in my painting clothes and headed out front. Much to my chagrin, it was raining. I guess I was so tired I didn’t even hear it last night.
Change of plans: I went back to my bookcase to continue on the chore I started earlier. I rearranged things in the dining room as well as the living room. It felt so good to change things up. Very little needed to be trashed. After too many hours, I had nine bags of books to donate to charity. One box to go to my niece and two for my cousin were also prepped. Then I made stacks of items from my gift cabinet that need to be mailed. I trashed more junk mail and made piles of items that need further inspection. I dusted and cleaned my bookcase shelves.
Throughout all the purging and cleaning, I couldn’t help thinking that as my meditations are bringing mental clarity, my purging is bringing physical clarity. As I touched certain items, I thanked them for their usefulness. Others I bid farewell because they never brought me happiness. Two more bags were filled with various items found in my living areas. It felt like I was on the lookout for things to get rid of. I guess I was. I am working to move forward into less clutter.
Two rooms took me most of the day to finish. I washed the floors and needed to sit down before I fell down. I was able to go through more paperwork and bills. I actually felt joyful having my rooms clean. I collapsed on the couch and had a wonderful three and a half hour phone conversation with my cousin. I felt no guilt for the foray into relaxation.
I took a break and went outside to toss the ball to my dog. I rearranged a few wind chimes for better acoustics. I admired all my butterfly decorations. I now have a large butterfly on my back fence, three solar light butterflies in my sago palm pot, a hanging solar butterfly in my Eiffel Tower, and my purple butterfly wind chime. Being in my garden always brings me joy.
I decided to start the kitchen cabinets. I was only able to do three upper shelves before I realized I was too beat to continue. My feet were screaming at me to stop. Sitting on my bed I was able to sort through a stack of books that have priority once I get more work done. I looked at the three piles of laundry that need to be folded and decided to call it quits for the night. I am trying to take advantage of these good days before they disappear. I have no idea when I wake up what shape my body will be in. I am grateful my house is feeling more joyful to me.