I’m an empty-nester, but my nest is far from empty.For most of my adult life I have happily assumed the identity of a stay-at-home mother. Now that the youngest of our three children has flown the nest, the winds of change are stirring me to take a good look at myself, my home, and all the extraneous nesting material — clutter — holding me back. The prospect of clearing it out is overwhelming, so I hereby promise to focus on one small amount, or clump, a day. Where will I be, and who will I be, after a year of confronting and releasing one clump a day?
Definition of a clump: a clump shall not be dependent upon size, weight, or even matter. One sheet of paper might look small and insignificant, but could carry a terrible emotional weight (fear, guilt, and/or dread), whereas a huge pile of junk might be a cinch to gather and toss. Both are worthy. A clump could be a neglected deed toward another person (a call, a card), the inaction weighing heavily on one’s mind. A clump is anything obstructing the full flowing of my life energy.
To avoid a watching-paint-dry situation (“Here’s another pile of paper I sorted through”), I will post insights, discoveries, causes for gratitude, and relevant, or just fun, photos.
One more thing. I promise to be honest about the procrastination and clutter-bug ways that got me here, which will be embarrassingly painful enough. When the idea for this blog was percolating, I saw a t-shirt on a young man with the words: Kindness Is A Chain Event written on its back. I had a lot of time to look at it, as we were both waiting for the same bus. The message seemed a good omen. I will try to treat myself and all my shortcomings with kindness. If you, too, read this blog with gentle kindness, we will, indeed, build a most lovely chain. Thank you!