Declutter December?
Sometimes it takes a cathartic experience to truly release and realize there is still hope. Drawing up knees to the chest, making the roof of the mouth hurt, trying to make a tall frame small; these things sometimes need to happen for change to occur.
There's hope in my household now. There's more love able to be given when the basic necessities are being met. Maslow truly was onto something with the pyramid.
To live in a cluttered house had brought about a cluttered mind. I chase my psychotic clients through their houses, prompting them to clean behind themselves, vacuum, make beds, wash laundry, wash themselves. I come home to my own house, a mismatch of multiple houses moving in, projects left somewhat done, not quite being here enough to figure out what it is that truly needs to be done. I continue to make lists, not sure how to organize those, but maybe thinking we can work through them? But how do you prioritize? Which is most important?
Then I'm snatched back onto a flight and leave my cluttered house for four days, three days, two nights, four nights? Back to a mewing cat that doesn't understand why I didn't come home when it got dark. Then I pet her, nap for twenty minutes, and report to work for another ten hours.
So decluttering. Maybe it's time to sit down and finally utilize those methods I teach my clients, to undo some of the hypocrisy, to begin to live congruently again when I need to balance out my mental health...
... and maybe I'll emerge into 2016 more stable, more at-home in my home, and more congruent.
There's hope in my household now. There's more love able to be given when the basic necessities are being met. Maslow truly was onto something with the pyramid.
To live in a cluttered house had brought about a cluttered mind. I chase my psychotic clients through their houses, prompting them to clean behind themselves, vacuum, make beds, wash laundry, wash themselves. I come home to my own house, a mismatch of multiple houses moving in, projects left somewhat done, not quite being here enough to figure out what it is that truly needs to be done. I continue to make lists, not sure how to organize those, but maybe thinking we can work through them? But how do you prioritize? Which is most important?
Then I'm snatched back onto a flight and leave my cluttered house for four days, three days, two nights, four nights? Back to a mewing cat that doesn't understand why I didn't come home when it got dark. Then I pet her, nap for twenty minutes, and report to work for another ten hours.
So decluttering. Maybe it's time to sit down and finally utilize those methods I teach my clients, to undo some of the hypocrisy, to begin to live congruently again when I need to balance out my mental health...
... and maybe I'll emerge into 2016 more stable, more at-home in my home, and more congruent.