Trashy Tuesday

9 trash bags full of clothes

1 bag full of toys

6 trash bags full of trash

That is what left my house this past week. 

Part of me is very mad at myself because I did something to aggravate my rotator cuff injury, so I spent most of the week on pain medication with a heating pad.  I feel as if my well planned vacation with the girls was totally lost. 

But in my effort to make positive decisions this year, I am trying to look at the positive instead of the what could have beens.  

My youngest now can use her closet.

By letting go of all those clothes I am accepting what is and looking forward to the next stage of life.

My house is much less of a fire hazard with all those papers out of it.

My girls are learning how to give to others.

My girls have created a home for each of their belongings and can put things away without having to think or work too hard at it.

My allergies will get better without all the clutter.

I really do feel freer with all those things gone!

I  am less overwhelmed and can see the individual jobs that need to be done to continue decluttering.

The time resting this week did allow my body to recover from the stress of the last few months and has given me the energy I need to face the next few weeks of darkness and joyfully anticipate spring.

Healing through writing

Ellen at fatgirlwearingthin wrote a post the other day that really struck a chord with me.  She was talking about gearing up for winter.  Winter is not  my favorite time of the year.  Even though I love the holidays with the family gatherings, the food,  the music, the lights, the traditions, the advent wreath, the wonderful Christmas Eve Mass,  I DON’T like winter.   Where I live we basically live under gun-metal gray skies from November until late March.  Those are not pretty months for me.

We have had awesomely sunny weather recently.  Very, very unusual for this time of year.  I am really, really thankful for it.  But I have just been off kilter for the last week.  It is just a sense of constant unease – like things are about fly apart.   I can’t explain it very well.   But as soon as read her post I understood where a lot of my feelings were coming from.   Here is the comment I left on her post:

I have been really bummed this week, Ellen. I have been trying and trying to figure out why. I had a terrific weekend. I have had a good week so far. But emotionally I am just really off track. It is like you have been in my head, rooting around for the cause. It is the time change and the change in weather. It is still sunny, but I know what is coming. I know how horribly depressed I can get. I have my light on my desk (which is visible on clean desk photo). My desk is situated so that I am exposed to whatever sun there is all day long. I am now pretty much in the habit of getting up and taking a shower each morning. I am doing better about eating (though I still have a huge way to go). While I was at my parent’s house I found my goal picture. It is a picture that was taken the year hubby and I met. I was at the weight where I felt my best. I loved how I looked, and I would like to get back there. So I am trying to figure out where I need to post it. Hubby and I are trying to figure out how to divide time so that I have the opportunity to work out. We are working on meal plans. I am making all the right changes. But I am still really in the doldrums. I think it is truly fear. Fear of the darkness that I know is coming. Fear of falling into that hole of depression that can suck me down so far. And anger that I have to be on medication for SAD which is one of 2 major roadblocks in adopting one more child from China. That anger is then turned back on myself and I fall deeper into that hole.

As a result of that comment she and I have been shooting e-mails back and forth.  Through writing her I have been able to clarify my feeling more and to recognize a lot of the stressors that I am currently experiencing.  I find it amazing how the simple act of writing something down can be so therapeutic.  So for today I am going to recognize a couple of gifts -

1 – my new friend, Ellen.  I hope someday to meet her in real life.

2 – the desire  to and miracle of writing.  It has been my companion, my friend, my confidant.

3 – that after every winter there is a spring.  It may take a while, but it will happen, and it will be beautiful!