So damn proud of my clean-up. Been planning on shedding the unnecessary material possessions that weigh down my physical space, but consistently felt too overwhelmed to take the necessary steps, i.e. just getting off my ass and getting it done. But today, the moment has arrived where I have excavated nearly every nook and cranny in my room and combed through every piece of clothing, every book, letter, picture and memento I own. There was tons of laughter in the re-discovery of old treasured favourites. No sadness; no tears; no sense of loss. Just exhalation; reprieve. I feel lighter. I feel more spiritually free. And I am so grateful to affirm that my material possessions do not own me.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 22:30:50 +0000
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