Soul Clutter

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By Dave

 

I had one project this summer,

Only one mind you,

But it was a doozy.

 

The job was to clean the house.

And no, I don’t mean clean

Like sort the mail or do the dishes

Or find a place for that box of childhood memorabilia.

 

The kind of cleaning I’m talking about

Is a deep, thorough, down to the roots,

Touch absolutely everything you own,

And determine whether you need it,

Someone else can have it

Or the trash truck gets to devour it the following Tuesday

Kind of cleaning.

 

It’s the kind of work you put off until next summer

And the one after that and the one after that.

Because it’s the kind of work no one really wants to do.

 

Who wants to go through every single thing they own,

Weigh it in the balance of need versus want

Versus guilt because you spent good money

On something you haven’t used since who can remember when?

 

Box after box, bin after bin,

Is consigned to a trip

To the local charity giveaway store.

 

You fill your car’s trunk a dozen times

But it’s still not enough,

Not enough to shed years of detritus,

Items that have outlived their usefulness

But are still protected by the self-delusion

That they must be saved at all costs,

Including your sanity.

 

But when the work is done,

And the rooms are clean

And everything, every single thing

Has a home of its own,

Then the work,

Both mental and physical,

Will have been worth it.

 

While this is true for the clutter in your home,

It also is true for the clutter in your soul,

The things that cling to you like barnacles to a boat.

 

Worries, fear, insecurities—

These all fill the rooms of your innermost being,

Crowding out and covering over

The good and precious parts of your true self.

 

We hold on to them out of obligation, out of guilt,

Out of the habit that tells us we absolutely must do so

Because we deserve no better.

 

The poetic charge of Thomas Jefferson

Compels us to pursue happiness,

But we assume that command is for ones far more deserving.

 

For us, the simple ones who live ordinary lives,

We trudge on from task to task, from sleep to sleep.

Doing what comes next without thinking about

What should come next.

 

What would it look like

If our souls were as clutter free

As the homes we have chosen to clean?

 

Would we find the Joy that went missing

When the Drive and Purpose were given up for lost?

 

The outer affects the inner

As does the inner impact the outer,

An infinite loop of possibility or perdition.

 

So, clean up. Clean up, I say.

Inside and out, make it all clean.

Declare war on clutter, as it has declared war on you.

 

And, when you get buried

Under literal and figurative piles

Of debris and remnants of the past,

Remember these words,

Chanted by So Cal sports fans for years:

“Fight On!”

Conquering Closet Chaos

IMG_2583By Renée

It’s been a couple of months since our master closet purge and it has produced some unexpected results. The most amazing thing is the fact I no longer have to see items I don’t wear. Before, I would peruse my wardrobe looking for the right outfit for the day and my eyes would inevitably land on two blouses I purchased three years ago but had only worn once. I had two completely valid reasons for keeping them that long (or so I thought):

  1. I spent good money on them. 
  2. I was sure I would wear them again at some point. 

But of course that point never came. Every time I would see these items I would feel a slight uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. I suppose it was the feeling of regret over having spent money on something I wasn’t wearing. Now that I have gotten rid of everything I wasn’t wearing, I no longer feel that uneasiness. Everything in my closet fits and are things I actually wear and like. 

Now I can open the closet and find what I’m looking for. Another upside is that I can put laundry away without needing a crowbar. Our clothes fit and have room to breathe. I have learned a valuable lesson about keeping things I’m not wearing and hopefully that will inform my future shopping.