One aspect of making space is physically making space. I’ve had a unique opportunity to do some serious decluttering this past week. It’s been really great. What always happens when I do some major space-making is my daydreaming gets HUGE and HAPPY, and I have bad dreams. Like, during the day I’m almost high from happiness, from possibility; and at night I’m fighting demons in my sleep.
I think it’s all part of the process. And one message I keep getting is to get less specific about one particular area I’ve been pretty concerned about. Like, take my focus OFF of trying to detail out how it will/could/might happen. The internal message I’m getting is that if I try to make happen what my current level of imagination will allow, it won’t be what is really out there and available for me. Recent experiences of being really surprised by unexpected good things seem to tell me that this is true, so OK.
But then at night the bad dreams come. The dreams of running away, of hiding, of the massive intrusiveness of those who do NOT have my best interests at heart.
Here’s why I think this is all part of the decluttering. As I’m clearing out massive kid clutter in most of the house, there’s this one room that suddenly looks like a big pink toy bomb exploded in it. LOL I mean, the rest of the toy stash is suddenly contained, beautifully contained, and the clothes have recently been sorted, and most of the places that feature toy storage or display are now live-able. But this one room has gotten worse and worse over the course of the organizing process. Haha Now it looks like a complete disaster. Like FEMA might see it and take an interest. Yow!
But it ain’t no thaing. It’s just more stuff, and it just gives me a chance to go tackle something else – just organize it if that’s all I want to do right now, or really declutter in that room too if that feels good.
What’s been decluttered has been liberating. And therefore scary. I plan to hug my pillow REALLY tight tonight. LOL But I’ll still be daydreaming, still be making space, and still be learning to be open to all the ways good can come.
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September 19, 2010 at 7:59 am
Mlle Uber
How is none of our business! Trying to figure it out is like telling “All That There Is” that we don’t trust and we know better. If we knew better we would not be daydreaming it we would just be living it. And that is where the “magic” comes in … just live it! Act as if. I know this one well because I work on this practically every day! LOL. Our source is not the things we want and it is not money, or our jobs or people. God is my source and I call God All That There Is. When you are “decluttering” inner space, let go of anything that is not like All That There Is … and dare I say … have faith in what you have left!
September 19, 2010 at 8:25 am
makingspace1
This is beautifully put, because it articulates that little whisper I hear at the back of my brain, the one that frequently gets shouted down by the panicky inner critic. Interestingly enough, I am actually off to the recycle place with some old stuff that feels like it’s dragging me down. LOL
I like how you articulate the confusion I sometimes (often?) feel about the difference between the source of life and the visual/physical experience of life. So often I get the cart before the horse. This is a helpful perspective.
September 19, 2010 at 1:26 pm
kalisisrising
No wise words today from me, just wanting to say I snorted coffee through my nose when I read “big pink bomb”!
Glad you’re finding peace in the space.
September 19, 2010 at 4:43 pm
makingspace1
Pink peace. Ha.
September 19, 2010 at 8:00 pm
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September 20, 2010 at 3:41 am
Mark
When I first stumbled across your Site several months ago, I actually thought it was a site about Organizing and De-cluttering. See, I knew if I waited long enough.
Clutter depresses me to no end. I am constantly removing things from my house and my Mom and Fred keep filling up those empty spaces. Talk about a nightmare…
Your Friend, m.
September 20, 2010 at 8:30 am
makingspace1
Haha – can I be just a little bit in love with you?