A massage chair that I haven't used in 7 or more years, journals of my old relationships, supplies for a now defunct business, half-assed craft projects, art I have deemed not worthy of hanging, this is only a partial inventory of the basement at my office (my former home). Now, by nature I am a purger, I have been banned from many a moving party for my suggestions of just pitching things instead of moving them. But I also have my blind spots, things that I believe will be "useful" in the future, crafts I plan to finish. I also have a terrible time letting go of art, whether I love it or hate it.
A couple of years ago I moved out of my home and it became strictly my office. I spend less and less time there when I am not with clients, and as a result the basement and the garage (the only parts of the house clients don't have access to) have become the repository for "everything I don't want to look at right now." Which it turns out, is a lot of stuff...
This spring I cleaned out the garage as a result of moving the last of my personal items out of the office. I had the best of intentions of cleaning out the basement, but I found a multitude of reasons that I was too busy. That finally came to an end yesterday, although I have to admit that when I arrived at the office I was tempted to take a nap instead. I threw away old journals that I had hung onto for so long as they were beautiful and I was afraid I would forget things that had happened. Turns out, I only seem to journal regularly when I am in a bad place emotionally, I really don't care to hold onto that.
I got rid of camping gear that I haven't used in years, papers and art, and craft supplies, old stock that never sold. I vacuumed up cobwebs and dirt, and old broken glass. It is amazing how different it feels throughout the entire house. I am grateful to be on the other side of this project, and to feel the relief of no longer holding on to the past.
Live Your Heart Out Loud!
Phoenix Kansas City Coach, Shaman, & Teacher