I feel overwhelmed. All the time. Whether it’s the housework or the schoolwork or the heartwork…it’s overwhelming. The world crowds in on me. The culture crowds in and I live in the middle of freakin’ nowhere so I have to think that it’s crowding in on you as well so I thought I’d write about that.
I’ve been thinking, quite a lot lately about the idea of making room. I’ve been preparing for a move that is as of yet undetermined but nonetheless inevitable. I’m throwing things away and boxing things. I’m giving things to charity and to friends. When I look around a room after this I see the spaces those “things” left behind and I am happy for that. I delight in the empty spaces. There is so much possibility, so much hope in empty spaces when viewed with the proper lens.
As I thought on this I considered, emotionally, the idea of being crowded…having no room at the Inn as it were. I know what it feels like to clean out old stuff in my heart…in my head…in my psyche. It feels good to throw away something destructive I’ve been clinging to. It helps to have other people help me appraise the stuff in my metaphorical attic…what is cash and what is trash…it helps to clear things away and make some room.
Of course this empty space will get filled again over time, some good things, some not so good. All I can hope is that my taste in emotional furniture is improving.