So last night I was in the water swimming. And my mom was nearby. And we knew it was dangerous. We knew there were sharks. But I went back in anyway. She could see me. She knew it wasn’t safe. She looked away. And then I was gone. Her eyes frantically searched the water. She couldn’t see me. But she thought she could see my swimsuit. Colors from it under the water. And suddenly, my head popped up. I exclaimed, “I had to dive back down for my arm!” And sure enough I was holding one of my arms. The shark had attacked. She was relieved to see me but hysterical due to the arm thing. And then the ambulance sounded. Over and over and over again…until she woke up and realized it was the alarm clock. And she had been dreaming.
Today is better than yesterday was. I’m still drowning, but less. And I have a plan…a new path. Nothing earth-shattering. But a plan to de-clutter, purge, throw/give crap away. I think I am just suffocating in stuff. It’s time to LET GO. I’ve got to shake the “but I might need it one day…” attitude. I can’t clear my mind until I clear my house.
Anyone else been through this?