Being Uncluttered and Happy~~
There are two things that make me feel uncomfortable: change and admitting I am wrong. I am a very organized person. I pride myself on having an organized and clean home, a full pantry, excellent time management (most of the time), great check lists full of routines including going to church every week. An organized life, but not always happy and uncluttered.
Marriage was a big thing because I had to share my space with someone who didn’t do things like me. Getting a new job was a challenge because they did things different than my last job. Moving to a new state was not fun because my best friend wasn’t with me and the culture was different. I liked wearing short skirts and apparently that was a big “no, no” with my new church.
I thought of myself as a very friendly person, until someone pointed out that I was closed off. I was taught not to air your dirty laundry or question authority. Apparently my insides were a bit smelly and cluttered. My smile hid a lot behind the closed doors of my life.
Life can be like walking along the beach where we collect rocks, seashells, and starfish as well as memories, experiences, and habits. A moment comes when we realize that we have clutter. We are burdened by all the stuff in our pockets and all of the beliefs, memories, and hurts that you have accumulated inside your mind. We have pockets that are full seashells; they are beautiful, but heavy. Happy memories and painful memories can stop us from moving forward and enjoying the present. Old experiences, even good ones, may not apply to your new job, neighborhood, relationships, or church.
There was someone that knocked on the door to my heart that I allowed in. It was very unnerving, but liberating. I never allowed myself to have a difference of opinion. It was an eerie feeling being on new ground. I met people who I stopped to listen to and instead of judging on their outward lifestyles; I embraced them as friends. Things that I thought were black and white suddenly became grey. I thought marriage was forever until I saw women living in abuse and facing my own past abuse was difficult. It was time for me to become uncluttered.
I dumped everything out of my life out to one person. It was messy. There were so many hurts that I forgot about that had guided my thought processes and way of living. There were so many man made rules that I didn’t want to follow. I felt free and empty at the same time. I looked around at the mess; collected the items that I wanted to keep, and discarded the rest. Now was the challenge of putting things back in order.
Some of the items didn’t seem to fit properly and I had to rethink them. We are all different and we are going to organize things differently. There are different seasons that cause me to rethink and reorganize. That’s ok with me now. I did have to pick up a few new items to fill in some of the spaces that I had cleared. I feel happy.
Moving to this new city has been intriguing. There have different mindsets and opportunities. A short girl with dark hair raised in a poor family can now run through open doors and see success. It is a liberating feeling to be uncluttered, discover new things, and emerge happy!
Lisa Giesler, Professional Organizer, Speaker, and Author of Uncluttered: Discovering Strength and Purpose in the Chaos of Life