I listened to a Deepak Chopra meditation today about how our outer worlds reflect our inner worlds. Looking around at my own outer world I had to laugh. It's dead on. It is a home in transition. I am a woman in transition. It is a perfect match. Well said Deepak.
My artwork has all been taken off the walls, neatly packed, and is resting on the dining room table. The curtain rods are leaning against the kitchen wall, their hardware in baggies taped to the sides. The curtains themselves have been washed and folded and are also on the dining table waiting to be boxed up. There are two big piles on the floor, one of things to give away and one of things to take with me. There is a bookshelf disassembled on the floor in the living room waiting to be picked up and taken to its new home. There are about 20 wine glasses on the counter from my 30th birthday party in wine country that, though sentimental, won't justify the real estate in the downsized cupboards of my future.
Looking around my home today, I realized I'm not sad or scared anymore. The grace and ease of this transition have replaced the fear and sadness with a sense of calm, peace, and patience. As soon as the timing is right I'll be free to move on from here and onto a simpler life with less stuff and fewer ties.
Yes, I am a woman in transition and this is a home in transition. It's not clutter, it's not chaos, it's simply me and my home transitioning; me to a new home and it toward a new occupant. My mind is clear, my intentions are set, and with each piece of furniture I sell I feel better, lighter, freer. It's thrilling really. It means I'm getting closer and closer to my new life and to new experiences. I'm coming to the end of one chapter and anxiously anticipating the next.
My artwork has all been taken off the walls, neatly packed, and is resting on the dining room table. The curtain rods are leaning against the kitchen wall, their hardware in baggies taped to the sides. The curtains themselves have been washed and folded and are also on the dining table waiting to be boxed up. There are two big piles on the floor, one of things to give away and one of things to take with me. There is a bookshelf disassembled on the floor in the living room waiting to be picked up and taken to its new home. There are about 20 wine glasses on the counter from my 30th birthday party in wine country that, though sentimental, won't justify the real estate in the downsized cupboards of my future.
Looking around my home today, I realized I'm not sad or scared anymore. The grace and ease of this transition have replaced the fear and sadness with a sense of calm, peace, and patience. As soon as the timing is right I'll be free to move on from here and onto a simpler life with less stuff and fewer ties.
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