Went through my filing cabinet this morning…filing new documents and letting go of a lot of old paperwork. I lit a small fire in the fireplace and burned the “sensitive” and personal papers. It felt good, until I stood up and noticed my house was smoke filled. I threw open the front and back doors and let the day air cleanse the space. My home feels lighter, I feel lighter.
There is so much I hang on to. Stuff. But little of it matters in the day to day. In fact most of it doesn’t. But I let my energy hang on to it, and some days I feel the weight of it physically. I have been weeding through my closet in much the same manner as my filing cabinet. But I find it harder to let go of cloth than paper. Maybe it’s because I paid for my wardrobe, and the paper comes free to me. Money plays tricks on my sense of priorities and self worth. The paper is a burden, the clothes are a pleasure. Too bad for me. There are far greater pleasures to pursue and enjoy than the wearing and caring of my clothes.