I’m the opposite of a packrat.
I love the feeling of gettingridofstuff. I tear through closets and drawers like a cyclone of fabric. I throw books off shelves like they contain the plague. I shred bills and paperwork like a rabid hamster. I constantly reduce clutter and excess. I give it away, I sell it, I throw it out. Get outta my space!
But I’m only human. I have days/weeks/months when I’m just. too. tired. I don’t want to pick that shirt off the floor, I like the way it looks piled on top of the 46 other ones and besides it’s easier to pick up and wear again tomorrow that way. Is there a desk under that paperwork? I didn’t notice.
It’s like my yoga practice. Every day I choose to step on the mat, I make a conscious choice to deal with my mental clutter, my physical crowded quarters, my emotional disorganization. Sometimes I don’t like what I find. Some days when I face my Self in challenging postures I can’t find my strength in that drawer I thought I left it in. When I’m supposed to be relaxing, my mind is a pile of un-filed papers written in voices I don’t recognize. You cannot escape reality when you get on your mat. In fact, when you close your eyes it just gets closer and more intense.
I do the best I can.
Pick the papers off the desk one at a time. Go through the challenging postures one step at a time.
Spend 15 minutes picking up a room. Spend 15 minutes moving my body. Or sitting in stillness.
Just breathe. Start with that. Go from there.