“Out of clutter, find Simplicity. From discord, find Harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.”
— Albert Einstein
Once upon a time, I was organized. I was neat. There was a place for every thing, and everything was in its place. My house was spotless. I controlled (or tried to) my world. I was a wee bit unhappy and had no idea why.
I am no longer organized, or neat and tidy. There is still a place for almost everything, but many things are not in their places. I have let go of control, and surrendered to the chaos of life. And I am happy. Go figure.
Sometimes, I miss my OCD days. Sometimes, I miss organization but not the stress of keeping things that way. I am enjoying spontaneity. Living deeper than a pristine surface is both scary and rewarding.
One of the items on my “to do” list was cleaning out closets and drawers. I made a small attempt at a few of them this past weekend. I purged with fierce determination. I let go of some of the clothes that I held hope of fitting back into one day. I decided that if I slimmed down enough to fit in them again, I certainly deserved to buy new ones! I ended up unloading six large garbage bags at the Goodwill. And that was only my clothes. I’m afraid to tackle my fabric stash. And I don’t even want to think about some of the other closets or the storage loft.
How have I managed to accumulate such a mass (mess!)? No, I am not a hoarder or even a pack rat though my kids might say otherwise. I’ve parted with many things over the years that I would have loved to have kept. It has become a matter of prioritizing, just as I have done in other areas of my life. As I pulled things from the back of my closet and stuffed them in bags, I realized I’d recently done the same thing in my life relationships. I’ve purged myself of manipulators, users, and toxic people. I only deal with them as is necessary. Just as I’ve outgrown some of my clothes, I’ve outgrown petty drama.
I’ve come to understand that not every thing in life is going to fit perfectly. If I feel stretched, I need to make a few adjustments on my end. Or I have to stop whining and accept the situation or move on.
If I can’t zip up my pants, I need to opt for the elastic waistband. My skin still fits me just fine.