So it isn’t time for spring cleaning, but my son recently moved to an apartment to go to college and I found myself with a whole lot of extra crap that was crowding my space and just not working anymore.
When my son moved out, he took what he wanted with him and left me with a mess to deal with. All but a few clothes and personal items were loaded up and hauled to Austin. I was left with out grown posters, books, music and misc. collectibles that needed to be dealt with. He was supposed to pack all this stuff up and leave me with a pristine new bedroom, right?
Wrong! The Tasmanian devil couldn’t have left a bigger mess!
I began on a cleaning tirade! Not really normal for me! I’ve lived in the same house for 12 years and only see under my furniture when I buy new furniture and it is most likely on delivery. This doesn’t happen often so, you understand?
Then my favorite necklace went missing and I went into total mania cleaning mode. Perhaps it’s the empty nesting syndrome but cleaning has become my major friend as I’ve searched for my much beloved necklace!
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I always took it off in my bathroom before my first yoga class on Tuesday mornings and I know it happened the same as always which began a massive bathroom clean out. I ended up cleaning out and repainting each drawer and cleaning each drain.
The search has continued into my bedroom as I searched and cleaned each drawer, running my hands over each article of clothing, rummaging under my dresser and bed.
I’ve rifled through jewelry boxes and even repurposed a planter into a jewelry organizer so I can actually see where everything is and hopefully not misplace something I love. Every piece I own holds a memory of a jeweler or a vacation.
I’ve chosen to enjoy the things that I have found during this cleaning expedition and try not to mourn the things lost. Life is a wonderful gift.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!
Answers From April 