Cleaning
I get a strange sort of pleasure from cleaning. It's that point when you quit stepping over that pile you have been purposely ignoring and actually dive into it. My heart is something like that. I have a tendency to just ignore the junk in there. You get so used to it, it's a part of you at least you think it is. Then one day you take a look at the pile you've been stepping around. You realize that there is a bunch of junk there that you should not still be carrying around with you. Then you sit down and start digging. I tossed a bunch of food that had drifted to the back today. Old expiration dates 2 years or more. The stuff in my mind is like that. Sometimes you carry things around in your head that haven't been true for years. You just accept that that is how it is, even after things have changed. Then one day you take a closer look and realize that that stuff isn't true anymore, maybe it was never true. Way past the expiration date. I realized recently that I'm carrying stuff around in my head that some person said 20 years ago. Stuff I'm not even sure was ever true, but there it's been sitting, altering my perception. Time to clean out the clutter. The clutter in my head and the clutter in my house are tied together. It's time to let stuff go. I don't need it anymore. I have found something that will fill all the places in my heart and wont need dusting.