Purging

Today I set out to purge and organize my "craft" closet.  I have opened the door and closed it many times in the last few weeks, not knowing really where to start going through crap.  I really have not had the energy to face the crap closet.  Today seemed different.  Despite having little sleep last night I feel like the energizer bunny.

This journey is about lighting my load.  The load I carry on my body, The load I carry on my mind, and The load I carry around me.  It seems fitting that I start with the craft closet.  It is one of those forgotten places of late (at least the last three years).  I mean who has time to do crafts with work, house work, and a toddler.  It is something I miss terribly but with everything in disarray I can't get in and get anything done in the short amount of time that I have.  The time has come to purge the stuff that is broken, not needed, dried up and even ripped.

We trekked off to Home Depot and bought copious amounts of organizing containers.  And home I marched.  I opened the door and sighed.  Where to begin... Well I pulled in a large garbage can and just started tossing the things I could see that were broken or ripped.  It is funny, once I got started I got into this Zen like place.  It all seemed ok and easy.  I felt like a gazelle gliding through the meadow as I plowed through the piles and mounds of crap in the closet.  I felt focused and determined to not put any crap back in the closet that I did not need.  It was an amazing feeling, one I hope to feel as I continue my journey to lighten the load of my body.

As I finished making labels for all the neatly stacked plastic containers, I stood back and looked with sheer joy at the beautiful sight of the organized closet.  I could breathe again.  I stood there for a moment and imagined that day I look in the mirror and see that I have reached my goal weight.  I imagine that I will feel the same since of ease.  That I will be able to breathe freely with out the burden of carrying so much weight around.  In that moment I saw myself with the body I want.

In a box today I found a letter I had written to my husband many years ago while I was away.  It reminded me of how precious our life is.  We have been through so much in our years together and here we stand strong.  I now have started a new journey and he has willing joined me on the path.  We will keep taking steps in the direction of our dreams and we will get there together.  Wish his love and support I have survived some of the toughest times.

The journey continues...