Its not intentional. I don’t even know how it happens. All I know is that my wallet has no receipts and then suddenly, my cobalt blue wallet with the gold trim is on the verge of bursting. And my closet is color coded two days out of the year when I just can’t take it anymore, but for 363 days of the year, I stand in sheer terror that all will come crashing down onto my head and I’ll be buried under tanks, leggings, jeans, sweats and various pumps. Did I mention there’s mold in a coffee cup on my desk?
More recently, we gave away a car and I had to clean out the trunk. Shew, Lord… there was a receipt/financial file box (a cute brown one with blue trim I bought to stay “organized” – that totally worked), a box of books, cds (504 Boyz… Oops, thought I got rid of those with my kicker twelves), and cassette tapes (yes, cassette tapes), a blue bag of dry cleaning, two pairs of shoes, one red clutch (I wondered where that went!), a yoga mat, and two sets of weights.
Well, I am glad to have my yoga mat and weights back; other than that, I wish I had cleaned that thing out a long time ago. So does my husband, by the way, since its in the corner by our front door.
I am such a strange bird. In some ways, I am an anal psycho and in other ways, I am completely missing the organizational gene. Do you have areas of your life where you’re like that? Searching for middle ground between all and nothing?
Obviously, you know where I am going with this post – I’ve got junk in my trunk. Not as much since I started eating organic, but I’ve still got it. And not just my backside. In my soul, I’ve discovered some things I’ve just carried around, forgotten, decided to “get to later”. I’ve been guilty of locking important things in the trunk of my life until there was a better time to deal with them.
We can have junk in our emotional, spiritual, physical, financial and relational trunks because we don’t want to deal with our people pleasing nature, our dysfunctional families, the fact that we go from achievement to achievement and still feel empty or insert your issue here. And we need to face that and deal with it.
However, we can also lock away hopes, dreams, passions and desires until there’s a “right” time, more money, more relationship, a better job, or how about this one… until “I have time.” Honestly, I use that one all the time, but at some point we have to take responsibility for our priorities and admit that our choices, our time and resources don’t always reflect our priorities.
I love my life. My husband is second to none. My friends are brilliant and fun. I have the honor and privilege to help people for a living in the city of my dreams with people I adore. In most ways, my life reflects my priorities. Still, I find myself saying, “If I had more time to write, I would.” So I don’t.
And when I am overspend myself, I say, “I’m just too tired to hang with friends or be present for one more conversation.” And those moments, I miss out on deeper relationship and there’s nothing more important in life to me.
Sometimes I wonder if I put people in the trunk.
What’s in your trunk? At the end of the day, what does your life say about your priorities? Is there one simple thing you can do today to start going through your junk? And since we do better together, would you consider sharing a dream, a passion, a daily discipline you’ve locked up with a friend?
“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” John Lennon