Musing on roadblocks to “yes.”
“Yes.” Is a small word with big possibilites.
This morning I read a blog post from Miss Britt. Their family decided to rid themselves of a house and material things to enable them to travel. The freedom to say “yes” to where they want to go at a moment’s notice.
I left some comment about wanting to be free of attitudes — worry, fear and the like — so I could say “yes” to bigger, bolder things.
Then I spent the last two hours doing laundry.
Laundry stole hours from my Saturday. This time I made everyone a nice pile on the dining room table. They have to remove their pile and put it away or no one will eat.
I have a pile of things by my desk that
I’m scared of.
It’s starting to tower over me.
I want to ask my friend who helps me clean around here to dive into that pile and throw all but the essentials away.
But what if she throws the wrong stuff? A clip from 2009 that I might need July 5, 2019?
If I don’t miss something now it can be thrown away. My head knows that but my heart clutches on in fear.
I should give away half my children’s clothes. Not mine — but they have way too many.
I feel the weight of our things.
Daily.
It’s a drain on my energy, emotions and time. But for now the laundry’s done, the pile is leaning toward the wall — and I’m at my computer working.
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“Yes,” she said.
For the next 45 minutes.
