It has been a year of purging, cleaning out. Out with the old and in with the new. It started with a tenant who thought she had mold in one of my apartments. As of realtor of many years, I have seen instances of mold, and there have been some rare ones, where they were a health problem. This was not one of them. It was strictly a way for her to get money.
But I saw it as another one of those life lessons. Maybe it is time to get rid of the “mold” in my life, the stuff that has gotten “moldy” over the years, old, worn out, toxic, be it the stuff of my soul or the tangible stuff like old clothes, papers, or perhaps, relationships that no longer are working.
So I decided to do this clean sweep. All new pipes in my old 1930’s apartment building and a whole new look in my home. Someone may think it is a bit radical but I stripped my apartment of everything, my grand piano, etc. The only thing that made it through the redo was my armoire and dressing table. It was the perfect opportunity to have new hardwood floors. Out with the old carpet. It brings new life to my beach home and new meaning to a place that was so dear to Harold and I for many years. It feels like I moved out and are moving in again. It is an empty slate and I am still working on the vision I want for this new space but bit by bit the pieces will all fit. But for now, it feels so clean.
Now all this is contrary to me, for I came from a home and a generation that saved everything. After all, you never know when you would need it, thousands of papers, unread books, new things that were never opened, shoes that are tattered, clothes that are dated, etc.
I had to give myself permission to sort through all these things. At first, it was overwhelming. Where do you start? So I started with one box, then the next,etc. It took a while but I did it!
The maybe pile when into storage. That’s next. Then the thousands of emails, and volumes of documents in my computer.
I truly believe that we cannot bring new life, new ideas, new aspirations into the fold if we are carrying all this excess baggage. The more that gets deleted, the more room we have to bring in new “stuff”.
So what pile of yours is in saves, maybes or delete? That could also hold true for our relationships, our habits, our attitudes. It is only when we purge that we let the sunshine in.
So here’s to shiny new starts.