Now that I am not investing a day and a night each week in the chaplaincy internship, my curiosity turns to the space that opens up. To begin with, I am taking a breath. Being inefficient. Releasing my shoulders. Looking out the window.
But there are also intentions brewing. The clutter teases me even as it clogs the counter inside my back door. The
seasonal migration of sweaters into the closet, and shorts from a long closed drawer invite me to let some go.
My favorite thrift store is ramping up to reopen, and I could contribute to their inventory. Having fewer mugs, and less fabric will make it easier to find the ones I truly enjoy.
Experience tells me that the hurdle is in the beginning. Once I have the momentum of three days of sorting behind me, energy flows in from an
unseen source. Yet that first two days is a beast.
I make small goals. Parse the rooms into subsections, rather than expect to conquer it all at once.
Even writing this is a way to start. Saying what we intend to do out loud gives it more substance than keeping it a secret.