A large truck pulled up across the dirt road a few moments ago. I can hear the sound of the stuff that was left behind when the neighbors moved out being tossed into the bed of the truck. The neighbors hauled a lot away when they moved out, but they also left a lot piled up along the side of the road. I watched the other day when another neighbor stopped and dug through the bags after they had been there a couple days. I listened yesterday as the kids rummaged in the bags seeking things to play with and scatter. Now, with each thump and bang, what was left is being collected to be hauled away.
I remember when we moved out of the mobile home we lived in to move into this house. I was seven months pregnant, so that was fun. I also had no idea we have managed to pack so much stuff into that relatively small mobile home. I managed to get all of the smallish stuff moved while my husband worked. He and other family members moved the larger furniture. Its been over thirty years, I hate to think how much stuff is packed away in various parts of this house.
I was reading an article this morning of someone who was clearing away a lot of the stuff that they have collected so that when they passed away, their family wouldn’t have to worry about ridding themselves of the accumulation. Ideas were passed about on how to handle it, how to save memories and other thoughts. Something I have had creep up into my thoughts as I know that this house is filled with items my son would have no use for or desire to keep.
I wonder though, how many of us, if not all of us, hang onto things that we should let go? How many have all that excess baggage stored in our lives? How many of us actually hoard things that we need to clear away and open a life to abundance and freedom instead of fear in any of its many forms?
We collect this baggage in a variety of ways. Abuse, which has many forms. Childhood, domestic, sexual, bullying, the list is long and has many variations and degrees. Each creating emotions that lodge in our head and heart. We fear trusting. We fear relationships. We fear putting ourselves out there and risking getting hurt…again. I have heard many times, that it is the emotional injuries that are the worst. Physical injuries, bruises and breaks heal, the emotional hang around forever if allowed.
Now, I am not a doctor, all of this are ideas to be considered. I will say that there is no shame is seeing a doctor if your mental and emotional baggage is heavy. Simply choose wisely, seek out recommendations and advice of others who know. Don’t be afraid to change doctors if the first, second, third choice isn’t working.
Seek out your inner self. The person you are, the person you want to be. Fear not the actions and reactions of others when you begin to shine. If you have hidden intellect, hidden talents, hidden silliness which you have decided to release, do so with intention and joy.
Seek out your inner courage. We are not born with a spirit of fear. That is instilled within us by the words and actions of others. Break the chains that bind you keeping you caged and despondent. Break the bondage and fly into a life that can be not only lived but enjoyed.
Seek out those who would help you thrive and grow. Who not only see but encourage your potential.
Seek out lessons in faith that will aid in your growth and peace.
When you throw open the door to the cage that has held you, dump the unwanted. Bag up and discard the stuff that has weighed you down. When you realize that all of which you held onto simply because it is known, your comfort zone, is nothing more than a prison. When you dare to make that first move. No, you don’t have to do it all at once, but do it along the way. Baby steps do count. Feeling the weight lighten, feel the freedom of space, the exhilaration of growth. Don’t look back unless it is merely to see how far you have come.
Soon now that truck will be pulling away, the mess that had been left will be gone and the grounds cleared again. There will be nothing for others to rummage through. Nothing for the kids to climb on, dig through, play with. It has taken a while as there was a lot. Such is life. As we work to clear away the debris we have collected, the extra baggage we have now discarded, will no longer be there for others to use against us, chain us, hold us back from the life we are meant to live. A distant memory used only as a mile marker to show how far we have progressed. We find peace.
I once said I was not a hoarder, but this room would have caused people to doubt that statement. It was a disaster as anything that otherwise didn’t have a home, ended up in here. At the time life was insane and I didn’t have time to deal with it, then I did. A severe thunderstorm blew up while I was at work and this room flooded slightly. Enough the carper needed replacing. In the process I cleared away everything that had no purpose, everything unwanted and unneeded. The change was amazing and now this room is one of the most comfortable and used in the house. Such is the same with life.