…must come to an end. Bad things too. Things that no longer serve you or their purpose, time to purge those as well. I’m going through a “does this serve me or bring me joy” phase of purging. Yes, I have the book. But no I have not read it all. I felt like once I read that question that was all I really needed to know. Is it useful and does it make me happy.
Somethings are easy to quit, to end. It’s natural and you just realize after time that you gave up that popcorn before bed every night habit. Now the popcorn is occasional, like movie night or when I skip dinner.
Somethings (and some people) are deeply enmeshed in our thinking, our dependency, our habits. It’s hard. So hard.
But everything has a season. Some seasons are long and span decades. Some are short like our literal seasons. What is that saying about some people are in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime? Is that the way it goes?
Most of the time is very HARD to discern the difference. And what happens if they are in your life for a reason or a season and you wanted them for a lifetime?
Change is hard. Change is inevitable. Change can be exciting. But letting go of something you thought was a good thing, a lifetime thing. Well that just sucks. Big time.
I try to be flexible and to understand other points of view. To live in the moment. To enjoy the little bits of happiness that are scattered throughout my life as they come. I try to adjust my sails as needed to keep heading towards my dreams.
But sometimes.
Time runs out. Boundaries are crossed. You realize that maybe that differing opinion you have is a deal breaker. And that good thing you thought you had going….well it’s time for that to end.
So here I sit on a Sunday morning pondering endings and points where it is necessary to move on. To walk away from relationships that start to bring more pain than joy. To stick to boundaries and timelines. Or to throw out that collection of magazines you’ve moved 3 times. Or those clothes in the closet that you don’t wear and honestly, do I see myself wearing it again? Ever?
Get rid of those dishes that are piled up in the back of the cupboard. Make space for something pretty, something new.
Make space for something new. Make space for someone new. New love, new friends, new hobbies, new dishes, new outfits. Purge the things and the people that bring you down or bring in clutter and static.
Newness and freedom from whatever holds you down, creates the space and the energy to bring in what you need to keep you afloat. Adjust your sails as needed. Enjoy the journey.
Don’t rock the boat baby.
Don’t tip the boat over.
My boat has been taking on too much water. It’s time to plug up the holes and bail out the water. Relationships that are draining and “stuff” that makes me feel like there’s static in my home everywhere I look.
Enough is enough. Words and promises are meant to be kept. People who do not understand that can keep stepping. At home I only want things that make me happy (I love being surrounded by pretty, inspiring things), serve a purpose (you know the dishes and clothes that are useful), or have a deep emotional memory attached (photos and mementos). That stack of magazines…nope, to the recycle bin you go. People who continually hurt me and cause me pain and sadness…I wish you well.
A new season always feels like a good time to make changes for me. I love fresh starts.
Cheers to a new season and giving up the things holding me back and the people who were only meant for my life for a season or a reason.
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late!
