E. knowingly sings, “I bet you love can make it better.” And isn’t that what it’s all about? Choose you, choose love, roll your sleeves up and be all up to your elbows in it. Love, especially the kind you give to yourself, is incredibly verb-y. It means getting to work on yourself, on all your inside and outside parts and if you can, whatever is outside of yourself too. Love means saying “yes, today”. Love means not being lazy with yourself. Love means tidyng up and making room – for possibility; for air and simple gifts. I’ve done such a good job of decluttering my mental space lately. There are habits that I’m working on developing and many that I aim to get rid of. There are people who I have left in 2016, closed the door, turned the key and tiptoed away. No back and forth, no noise. This year is quiet and full of peace.
One thing that has been nagging at me though is my physical space, how cluttered it is and just how much stuff I have. Nobody hoards like I do.