Sometimes the road is smooth with vibrant lines clearly indicating one side to the other and a white line maintain the distance between the safe areas to the dangerous side. When movement is consistent, the lines in the middle remain to be seen. Increasing the speed however, the lines become blurry and all of the sudden the path is seen as the white and yellow lines running next to each other with no indication if imitations of the road are being kept.
My life sometimes feels like I am going 100 mph and other times I feel like I have it all together. Things like taking Daniella to practice, working, picking up the house, laundry, deep cleaning the house, trying to lose weight, keep my metabolism healthy, being active and maintain relationships with everyone in my life often feel like I am going very fast and I am spinning out of control. Lately, though it has settled down. It has not been because it has been a lack of something or me dipping out on certain things, or maybe it is. I am not saying that I have it all together and everything is smooth, but I think I have a better idea on how to prioritize my life and the things that mean the most.
Life is good. Life is good because I have given up ((not complete)) control on how organized my house is or whether I am doing it all. I used to have to keep things organized in my house, to a fault. I used to keep the half empty bottles of shampoo, thinking I was going to use them again. I used to keep all the dishes, pot and pans, mementos that everyone has given me. I felt over-whelmed because I had to organize it all and worry about whether or not I was really going to use it.
My wonderful bestie, Addie has gone into nomad status. She has purged her house and rid herself of over-whelming clutter in effort to make her life and her mind better. She has gotten rid of “stuff” and “things” that do not serve a direct purpose in her life. She has inspired me to look at my life and do the same. You see, she doesn’t know that she is inspiring. She isn’t aware that the two little men and over half of her graduating ten year reunion classmates have been watching her do inspiring things that matter to her. Some envious and some straight out applauding her. Dear reader, she was obese (she will not be mad at me for saying this, I promise), unhappy and really didn’t live her purpose in life. If you were to look at her today, you wouldn’t see the Addie in the before pictures. You would see she decluttered her weight and her house so she could serve her purpose and be the woman she has fought and continues to fight to become. She inspires me.
Decluttering things, people, and doing things in my life that serve my mission and purpose is the true meaning of my life. Plain and simple: if it doesn’t make me happy, I will not do it. That may seem selfish to some but usually the ones who find it to be selfish are not happy and are not living their best life.
Don’t drive so fast that you can’t see what is in front of you. Don’t relish in the stuff only to be unsatisfied in the end. Don’t. Don’t live without purpose, mission and love.