I’ve been sick with that dreaded flu. My husband was even sicker than I. We didn’t, couldn’t, eat very much during that week. Yet, dishes piled up, animals needed care, laundry had to be done, furniture still got dusty and the dust had to go. As I trudged the cluttered road to wellness I realized that, in many ways, I have too much stuff. Stuff that I have to clean, put away, think about, touch, see.
My grown son and I had a conversation about our “stuff”. He realized that he has more stuff than he used to have, and each time he moves, he chooses to leave some of his stuff behind. I began to ponder how we, as Americans in particular, have so much stuff. How this stuff ties us down (or ties us up) emotionally, financially, with our time, even involves our relationships. Don’t get me started on my husband’s stuff! With all that said, part of my pondering, over the next few weeks will be the stuff I will eliminate, give away, sell.
More importantly will be how I will fill the void left by removing stuff – not with more stuff, but with things like joy and peace, laughter, rest, recreational time with my family, and a beautiful, clutter-free home. Well, maybe not the last part, after all there is still my husband’s stuff.