Clutter ... No Excuses!

Clutter … No Excuses

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Two laundry loads started my day after a bacon and tomato sandwich from Mickey’s Kitchen this morning.  Laundering soiled clothing item and everything else made from fabric of sorts was due, so time went there, part of my day … that is.  I don’t remember how this task came to stick in my department, but it has been part of my daily living routine from week to week.  So have clean-up of pots ’n’ pans day in, and day out, and the weekly bedding stripping and making.  Today, I took the fridge overhaul and tidying task too.  The clutter inside it took a hefty chunck of my time, of course!  I wanted to be able to check it off from my long list of ridding clutter this summer – a therapeutic ritual.  

I choose to be summer-free from robotic life so I could re-connect fully with the ‘normal rituals of life’ put aside during my work year.  I delightfully reclaim the rich blessings of meaningful existence … of being truly alive.  Summer days free of routine and structured schedules seem an appropriate time to get necessary chores done, true, but that’s not all.  Summer days are for listening to songs and rhythms of one’s surroundings.  They too are for savoring the smells of a flower garden after a generous rain or breathing in the sometimes oppressive air left lingering in the mixed surviving green and yellowed grass out in the front yard.   Even more important though is reversing the state of “displaced things” everywhere caused by rigorous days spent juggling … balancing living and working.  It is a time I make intentional choices on why I want to do something, when, and how I want them done. 

Summer days give me powerful freedom to rid of clutter in my mind and body as well.  Mental, emotional and physical energies expended since my awakening age of seven until now, in my late fifties, have made impressionable marks – both bad and good.  Play – I did not have the pleasure of kissing and embracing, but work – there was always plenty of it in my life that weighed heavily on my being.  I have made indelible choices between play, leisure and work for so long, that I have forgotten how it either opposed or intertwined with directions I took.  Whether I rationalize or accept any of them now, the effects are ingrained.  They permanently have taken toll, summed up the person I have become, and influenced my views of the world.  No use griping and whining about it now, however.   Past is inerasable history.  Possibilities ahead matters most.  That’s what I want to focus.  And through the gifts of life I yet have to live and the hurdles I must still jump, continuous uncluttering, prioritizing, organizing and choosing wisely the actions and decisions I embark from hereon must take front seat.  Getting defeated when the going gets rough will not work.  Moving forward, no matter what the challenges, will take me closer to realizing dreams that yet, are to take shape. 

No excuses for clutter.