Is it day 3 of the full force basement project?
I think so.
I woke up early, had my usual morning routine--including the 30-minute elliptical workout, despite a sore butt and calves. I did it anyway.
You know what?
It was so easy today that I didn't even realize my time was up. How crazy is that? Granted, I'm not doing 5-minute miles up Mt. Everest . . . but I've not used the elliptical with any regularity since last spring. I love being outside and not in the basement.
Especially a basement that is cluttered and unorganized.
Recently I wrote an article on Medium about grabbing 2018 by the cojones and making it a great year--but I have a few things that are standing in my way. A few things that are bigger than me. Like . . . going through everything that I have boxed up in the basement and deciding if I will ever knit that sweater, make that baby scrapbook, sew that quilt and countless other odds and ends. I thought of them as failures or reminders of the life that I wanted to live but couldn't. The dread of the going through the stuff has overwhelming for me, the personal disappointment for projects undone and money spent.
This situation that I have found myself in is not a new one. In my adult life, I have almost always had a storage unit OR a large part of the house that was used for storage.
And it isn't until just writing this, as I'm thinking back to . . . when I began storing my life in boxes. Living out of boxes. Homeless in my own home. Uggghh. At this time, I can't share all the thoughts that just through my mind but one day I will. Sorting through life, sorting through boxes, deciding what to keep, what to pitch, what to give away AND the most important thing:
Getting rid of what was never mine but somehow I ended up with it.