December Delete

November 30, 2013 — December, delete, eliminate

My physical space is crowded as much as my digital space. I plan to use the month of December to remove all kinds of paper records, clothing, household items, and energy in general that I am not using. My closet is in dire straights because I have not taken my summer clothing to the barn for the winter. I have twice ( at least ) the amount of clothing than I can fit in my closet, just bursting and dripping off the shelves. I am sure that I can donate at least half of the summer clothes to a thrift store and never miss them. All real and digital items that are not in use must go. The clutter will not go away by itself in my computer, barn, or office files.  In December I  will:

• unsubscribe from almost all my e mail subscriptions
• donate all extra decorative items hidden in closets and in the barn
• eliminate desk clutter, as often as needed
• burn old paper records no longer needed
• go through the freezer and eat or remove everything from the past
• sell the antique gas stove I know I will never use
• trim my peach tree
• trade in some old books at the used book store
• change my daily routine my adding one desirable activity per week
• juice fast every Monday and Thursday

The month of cleansing will make my office, my home, and my body cleaner and more spacious.  The mind works best in beautifully designed spaces, and although I love my home I have allowed it to become too crowded.  I feel that restoration follows a good purge of unwanted goods and energy.  I purposely have a desk with a glass top.  When it is clear and all clean I adore my desk.  I know in my heart I am happiest when I feel order, clarity, and well organized space. I have no desire to acquire.  I want to feel more like a zen monk and less like a consumer of objects.  The darkest days are ahead, and this is the perfect time to make way for an abundant spring, by clearing space and time.  I am into it, and I am sure all those things would rather go be used than spend another year in the back of my closet.