A picture is worth a thousand words….
This glorious mess was my craft closet. The place you go to for glue sticks and markers. Where the glitter, paper and paint hang out. Where the wild things are.
I was doing admirably well on my decluttering mission but I could not face the craft cupboard. You see, I have been a teacher for the last decade. That pile of junk represented years of well thought out activities and all the chaos that they bring. It represented children whose faces lit up when I told them it was time for art. It was their pride in creating something of their own that made me just so happy to be the one who got to share that moment with them.
It was also a festering cubby that had grown into an aggressive stash. It would attack anytime someone opened the door searching for a clipboard. It was time…
The empty space. Wow. That’s a pretty big cupboard!
I have come to the conclusion that these things just take time. I am still adjusting to not being a full time teacher. It hurts a bit not to be that anymore but it’s where I’m at. I gave myself permission to get rid of what I no longer needed and also to be who I am right now. This stuff that is so meaningless was tied into who I was, or who I had been. Now I have set it free and also myself.
I can honestly say I feel like the possibilities are endless. God use me for YOUR glory. Make me what you will. ❤
Also some cool bananas I drew a while back. Because Bananas.
….🎹🎶🎵”Isn’t she lovely?”🎼🎵🎤…..
Um, sorry I was having a moment. Anyway, all the useful stuff found its way back home. No more leftover school stuff and half baked art projects. I may or may not have opened the door just to gaze at it 10x in a row…
I know it doesn’t seem like much but this cupboard really nagged me. More for what it represented to me than anything else. Sometimes the things we collect can really hold our minds in limbo. I have found decluttering to me is much like showering or praying. The weight of worry lessens and you just feel better about life in general.
Unfinished business is always at the tail end! Thrift and gift time! I take out the trash then I can donate or gift any useful items in not going to use.
Aaahhhh…..did you hear that? It was the cupboard door closing with nary a bump!
Best of everything to you all!
My cat Elvis is quite the character. He loves to snuggle and trip you while you walk. He often perches on the windowsill to watch me do dishes (on the outside). He has yet to realize that his recent poundage is not simply that luxurious fluff that he wears for a coat (he is half long hair). He will sometimes lose his footing on the narrow ledge while watching me do said dishes. *cue dramatic cat yowl, scrambling paws followed by a dull thump* No, he has never been seriously injured but thank you for your concern.
With all that I love him dearly. He is smart and comical. And a big sissy la-la who whines about everything. Seriously, he used to steal food from his mother well into adolescence even AFTER she caught him his own mouse. If he sees you through the window headed toward the door- ANY door- he will meet you there and dart as quick as he can through your feet to get inside and get another snack. Unfortunately, he can only stay in the pantry or the laundry room as I am allergic to cats….go figure. If I do not pet them or pick them up I am fine but the minute I start ruffling fur I am in trouble.
Elvis and I have learned to live with it though. I let him stay in the laundry room which has a large glass window panel. I “pet” him through the glass. Basically, I put my hand on one side of the glass and he rubs his head on the other side. Sort of like visiting hours if you know what I mean.
Anyhow, I love his crazy furry self and he loves me. That’s all that really matters. And since he has no social media I sure as shootin’ am going to do my best to get a video of the narrow window sill episode. That is something you do not want to miss!
I used to think that balance was the key to living harmoniously. That by adept scheduling of must dos with periodic entertainment breaks was the key to keeping our busy lives running smoothly. The only problem is that life never plays along with my carefully laid plans. It is by nature feast or famine. We are overwhelmed with stimulus or we are bored. No one is around or we are swamped with people.
Can balance really help? The very word implies that we are teetering between success and failure. If we choose option A over option B we tip the scales just a bit too far and have to scramble to regain stability. Nah… just nah… I’m taking a different route this time. New year, new life…whatever. How about new vision? New growth? How about peace?
I want resiliency. I want to know how to ride the waves of life and to come down with a soft landing. I want to be held in the hollow of God’s hand and to know that He is with me through every tempest and every trial. I don’t want to figure it all out. I want to trust. I want to be filled with hope and love. I want to stand firm against any storm that I face knowing that I stand with God and not alone.
I’ve set a few goals this year and I hope you have too.
Whatever 2019 brings you don’t forget to look up!