I spent my Saturday morning like a lot of others do...cleaning. Today wasn’t just a regular cleaning Saturday, it was a deep clean Saturday. I was packing things up but no matter how much work I did, I didn’t feel accomplished. I didn’t have a lot to do it was just that when I finished, I realized that my stuff was packed up and cleaned up but the stuff that wasn’t mine was still there.
I was frustrated because I had been asking the owners of the stuff to get it for months and they wouldn’t. It was mixed in with my mess for so long I didn’t realize that it wasn’t mine. For years, I had been responsible for someone else’s mess and didn’t realize how much it was until I cleaned up my own things.
This whole situation made me think about life and how we hold on to things that aren’t ours. People will leave their problems right in your lap if you let them and keep on going. No matter how much you tell them that they left something behind, they are not coming back to get it.
That junk in the basement had been like a generational curse being passed down over and over and over until someone decided to get rid of it. The longer it stayed the harder it was to get rid of. It became part of the house but it’s actually someone else's garbage...gifted garbage. I didn’t ask for it. Someone just bequeathed their junk to me.
Have you ever considered that most of the stuff that you carry or keep doesn't even belong to you? Maybe some of the things that you are struggling to get rid of aren’t really yours. You may be dealing with problems that were passed down for generations but be reminded that those things don’t belong to you. Today, I realized that it was easy for me to get rid of my own things but the things that never really belonged to me... it was soooo hard to get rid of them. This has been my reminder that I am not the designated garbage keeper or cleaner upper.... literally or figuratively. Let this serve as your reminder as well...Don’t accept the gift of garbage.
Helen 💋
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