I Feel Lighter

For the last two weeks I’ve been going through every drawer, cabinet and box in my house and gathering stuff that I don’t need or want for my upcoming garage sale on Friday.

Every morning I would decide what room I was going to go through that day and I would go from there.   After awhile I could look at something and know whether I was going to keep it or not.   It was a weird feeling.  It was like my intuition was kicking in.

It’s exhausting going through every item and deciding if it should stay or go, but it is totally worth it.  My drawers and cabinets are organized. It’s really nice to open a drawer or cabinet and be able to find what I need right away instead of having to dig through everything.

I look at my pile of garage sale stuff every time I go in the basement and smile.  I’m proud of myself.  It takes a lot of guts to do a massive purge.  You never know if you may at some point need what you are letting go of.  It’s a risk, but a good risk.

I feel lighter.  I feel myself sometimes letting go of anger and sadness during the day.  I just take a couple of deep breathes and let those emotions go.  I know there are emotions attached to what I want to sell and it’s important to let them go.

I can feel myself moving in a different direction, but more about that later.    I still have a couple of more cabinets to go through and stuff to mark before Friday.

I can’t wait to see what comes into my life after I let this stuff go.

I can’t wait to share this adventure with you.

 

 

 

 

 

I Love To Have Garage Sales

My mom, sister and I have a garage sale every April.  Usually it’s around my birthday  (April 28th) and we have cake and ice cream.  My aunts and my mom’s neighbors come over and we eat, talk, laugh and sell stuff.  It’s so much fun.

This year my husband and I want to buy a house.   Some of the houses we looked at don’t have finished basements.  The house we currently rent has a finished basement and we have a futon, two end tables, a tv stand, tv, dvd player, a coffee table, and a lot of other stuff downstairs.   My step daughter and her cousins used to play and watch movies in the basement, but now that they are older and have jobs the basement hasn’t been used in years.

We decided to downsize and put all of the unused furniture in the sale.

This lead me to think of other areas in my life I need to downsize which lead me to ask the following question:

What am I going to need to keep for the 2nd half of my life?  What items nourish my soul?  What items show my real self?  What items do I LOVE and have to keep?

These questions go thru my head as I go thru every drawer, cabinet and box in my house.

I realized I’ve been hanging onto stuff because I think I may need it someday.  For example:  I have this Walkman in the top drawer of my nightstand.  I’ve had it forever, but rarely use it.  I want to use it.  I have tried to listen to motivational CD’s before I go to bed, but I always fall asleep and never finish the CD.

So why do I keep it?  Because for some reason it pulls at my heart strings because what if I want to listen to the CD in the future and I have nothing to play it on.  I know this is a really goofy reason to keep something.  I have a CD player in my truck so if I need to listen to it I can do it while I’m driving.

I marked it yesterday and put it the garage sale bin.

Why are we so afraid to let things go?  Why do we hang on (sometimes very tightly) to stuff we don’t need, use or want.

I think as we head into the 2nd half of our lives we need to figure out what we need of our current possessions and let the rest go.  Only keep what makes your hear sing.

I can’t keep stuff because I am afraid to let it go.   I have to let the item go and release the fear and move on.

It will be hard this year to watch all of my stuff go.  My hope is that the people that buy my stuff will need it and like it as much as I do.

All of the money we make will be going toward whatever we need for the new house…paint, wall decorations, etc.

Out with the old and in with the new!

 

 

 

My Psyche

I wonder what kind of space my journals take up in my psyche.

I’m hanging onto them.  Not really letting go.  Shredding a little at a time.  I don’t need them nor do I want them, but I still have them.

Is all of the pain and anger and sometimes happiness of my pages in my psyche?

How do you envision your pysche?

I like to think of mine as a bunch of rooms in my head.  Some rooms are bigger than others.  Some rooms are painted neon pink and have happy stuff in them while other rooms are dark and dingy.

I visualize the room where my journals are is dark and full of spider webs.  The door creaks when I open it.  The chair in the corner has a dead fly laying in an inch of dust. In the corner across from the chair are the bins my journals are in.   The tops of the bins are covered in dust.  There is a single light bulb in the middle of the room with a pull chain.  I think I was going to read them at some point, but never got around to it.

Is there negative energy in the room?  Or is it just stale and heavy?

Is holding onto my journals holding my back from something I really want to be doing….like writing more?

What would this room look like if I shredded my journals?  Maybe there would be daises painted on the wall and a cd player in the corner with some chanting cd’s next to it.  Shelves with all of my books on one wall and a big overstuffed chair on the other.  My desk in the corner.

I know I’m probably getting carried away, but I have been thinking about this for awhile.

I think as I shred my journals something opens in me.  I think that part of me is going through a transition  The space that my journals occupied empties and fills with something else.

I wonder what that something will be.

I will keep you posted.  🙂

Have a great Thursday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t know why I was so afraid

I had my colonoscopy two days ago and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

I didn’t want it.  I dreaded it.  I bitched for two weeks prior that I had to do it.  I didn’t want to drink the stuff or take the pills.  I was pissed that I couldn’t eat for a day before the procedure.  I was emotional.  I worried about getting sick and/or shitting all over the place.  I didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the procedure.

I just didn’t want the damn procedure.  Ever.

But I did it and I’m happy I did.

Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  I started drinking as much water as I could handle on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.   Flushing out my system early helped because I pooped three times on Friday and Saturday so that when Sunday came I didn’t really have the much to get out.  It was as if my body knew what it had to do and was helping me along.

I ate at midnight for the last time and I slept til 11 a.m. so there was only a four hour gap from when I got up til I had to start taking the pooping pills.  I really wasn’t that hungry.  (it was the commercials that made me want to eat something.  i never realized that there were so many food commercials on tv)  I had two orange jello cups and two cups of bouillon during the day and I was fine.

The test itself is a breeze.  The drugs were good.  I was in the middle of a conversation with the nurse in the OR and the next thing I knew I was back in my room.

I have three poylps.  One wasn’t precancerous, but two were.  The precancerous poylps could have possibly turned into cancer in three to five years.  I consider myself very lucky.

After my procedure I rested and watched tv  and gave myself a break for the day.

Please schedule your colonoscopy today.  It might not be a bad as you think.

 

 

My Journals Are Back In The Basement

I put my bin of journals back in the basement.

Sigh…

I don’t know why I thought I could get the shredding done in a couple of days.  After taking a closer look I realized that there was at least a thousand pages or more (probably more) of journal pages in the bin.

Four bins of a 1,000 pages or more.  I guess when you don’t look inside of the bins you forget what is there.

It’s going to take longer than expected….way longer.

Usually I would journal in a college ruled notebook, but in this bin I chose to write on college ruled loose leaf paper.  There are pages and pages and pages of loose leaf paper in the bin.

I didn’t leave the bin upstairs because I didn’t want anyone reading my journals.  As I was shredding I was skimming through the pages and I realized that I don’t want anyone to read them.  The pages are my private thoughts about what I was going through at the time and not anything else.  It’s how I chose to express myself at the time.

As I was skimming I did pick out pages that struck a cord in me or experiences that I forgot about and put them away for a later date.

I don’t know how I am ever going to get through all of these pages.  I think what I am going to do is just grab a handful when I have a couple of minutes and skim, keep and shred.

Luckily my mom’s cousin has a hobby farm.  I can shred and give the bags of shredded journal entries to her to use as bedding for her animals.

It’s all good.

 

 

 

Should I Shred My Journals?

Every so often I toss around the idea of shredding my journals (basically when I see them staring at me in the basement).  I been thinking of doing this off and on for the last ten years.

We are thinking of moving and I really don’t want to move them again.  This would be the fourth time I would have to move them, but for some reason I can’t get my head around shredding them.

I have the shredder plugged and one of the four 2 gallon bins I have my journals in next to it, but I can’t do it.  They are just written in plain notebooks or on plain loose leaf paper.  Nothing fancy.

Should I read them first or do I just shred them?

 

I don’t know what to do.

My heart is racing and I’m shaking.

What the hell am I so afraid of?

I’ve been keeping a journal for the last thirty years or so.  The entries I want to shred are from early on when I started writing in a journal.  I haven’t looked at them….ever.  Well, maybe once when I thought I should read my journals and keep the pages with events/entries I wanted to remember and shred the rest, but I didn’t even get thru one journal and gave up.

I don’t know why I hang onto them (for dear life) because I doubt if I will read them again.  I don’t want anyone to read them now or after I die.

So why?

I don’t know, but what I do know is I am going to take a deep breath and start shredding.  I may read the entries or I might not.  I’ll decide as I go.

All I know is I have to start now or I won’t do it. Plus, I don’t want to drag them downstairs again.  Those darn bins are heavy!

Here I go….wish me luck.

 

 

 

 

 

If You Are Over 50 Please Get a Colonoscopy

I wished I would have listened to my own words and got a colonoscopy when I turned 50, but I didn’t.  I thought I didn’t need it and that it could wait.

I was wrong.

I have been sick with diverticulitis since last Monday.  Pain in my right side (actually it felt my ovary was being ripped out), nausea, chills, and a full, tight stomach.  I spent four hours in the walk-in clinic. It hurt to walk so I had to be pushed in a wheel chair.  I had to have a CAT scan.   I’m on two different antibiotics for fourteen days.

I felt like I was going to DIE.

If I would have had a colonoscopy I would have been informed that I had diverticulitis and this whole situation would have been avoid, but I didn’t think I needed it.  The whole thing grosses me out so I didn’t go.

I wish I would have.

I could kick myself for not going sooner.  All of my time, my husband’s and family’s time and the money from the walk-in, CAT scan, blood and urine tests, medicine and the follow up visit could have been saved and I could be running around instead of on the couch.

Gotta run.  I have to call and schedule my colonoscopy.  I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday and I don’t want to get yelled (again) for not having one scheduled.

Now go schedule yours.