Sometimes I just have to drive. Call it an escape, an avoidance. Call it whatever you want. But sometimes I just have to get away.
I bring my work into the living room because my office looks like the clutter monster threw up in it. I’ve had this issue as long as I can remember. I would be in such a hurry most of the time when growing up (and not at home much) that I would be in and out of my room, leaving a disaster in my wake. Finally, after all of the mental clutter from the physical clutter, I would spend a day cleaning and organizing, only to have it return to it’s original form in the days that followed.
Don’t get me wrong, my house is clean, and those places frequented often (mainly by visitors) remain uncluttered. However, the places that go unseen by the public are atrocious. We’ve been in this house for a year, and the back “guest room” is getting filled with more and more boxes, more and more junk. Many of mom’s belonging’s ended up back there after she moved into her ALF. It’s a mess. It’s easier to shut the door—until I need to go back there to try and find something we need.
I can’t tell you how many times I have cleaned the office, only to have a jewelry show or train a new jeweler, and it looks like a hurricane hit it again. I’ve had signs taped to the wall since July: keep, trash, belongs to another person, belongs in another room, shred, fix, donate, sell, etc. Since July.
I resolve to get to work on it, but feel like this organizing program is making it more difficult (my organizing style is “The Perfectionist”). I decide to stop organizing in zones and just put stuff away without being overly concerned with categories and such, but I get overwhelmed.
The other day when frustration verged on boiling over on my husband (the tears were flowing) I got in my car and took the back roads I had never taken.
I saw a mansion tucked away down a winding road. I saw strawberry fields covered in a glow of amber from the setting sun. I saw quaint country houses with metal roofs and wrap around porches.
And life was okay for the moment.
After 30 minutes or so, I returned home where the messes still lurked, but I was reminded in this season of thankfulness that all is well, and I’ve so much to be thankful for.
In addition to the physical messes, how many of us have spiritual clutter that needs tending to? How many times do we avoid it by shutting the door in our mind, all the while keeping the door wide open for others to see? Because they will see it (1 Corinthians 4:5), whether it’s through our actions or words. Perhaps it’s time to clean house.
“The good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and the evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart.” -Luke 6:45