All I wanted to do was clean my house. Get rid of some junk that has piled up, maybe organize a little bit, decorate, make it more of a home. Fung shui it up.
I spent most of August and September 2011 sorting through box after box of knick knacks, ranking stuffed animals in order of importance, untangling wire and wondering why I still had my prom dress. Truth be told, I spent a few minutes “clutter clearing” a day before i would get lost in Austen or remember that I am indeed a member of Vonnegut’s karass, at least in my own mind.
In October, I stumbled onto a need to examine my self -body, mind and spirit. I came to the conclusion that my problem wasn’t my physical stuff but all of the junk I collected in my body and fears that poisoned my mind.
I made a choice and traded familiar misery in for unfamiliar happiness. By eliminating behaviors that no longer had room for I learned to dance in the rain.