Letting go is hard, for me that is. In a recent burst of creativity, I wrote a poem about the clutter in my life and the way it frustrates me. As I was writing and the words spilled out onto the page, I wrote about letting go of that which doesn't serve me anymore. I must have seen the the quote below somewhere and it popped out of my sub conscious mind and onto paper.
Coming to the realisation that there is a time for all things and all things have a time and it's absolutely o.k. to let them go when they've been done with has been something of a revelation. It makes perfect sense rationally but on an emotional level, very hard to carry out. In order to be free the clutter in my mind, life and personal living space, it needs to be relegated to a place far away from me. It's served it's purpose, whatever that was, it's now past and gone and the quote below indicates active participation to find peace of mind.
I'm feeling rather impatient to get to this freeing and peaceful place but the realisation that a life time of habits will not dissipate with wishful thinking and one decluttering session, but it is a start.
As I look forward to a caravan road trip with hubby for the next two weeks, I'm hopeful that my resolve for a clutter free existence won't wash away with the distractions of new vistas and experiences. Perhaps the simplicity in and of nature will re-enforce the calmness I'm seeking.
Anne
