I am not waiting for an official Spring roll over time to start cleaning this year. I need to move on with things. This year is moving right along and I am still displaced. I haven’t been living in my own apartment for 6 months because we just went through a gut renovation. The renovation is supposedly ‘finished’ (although I disagree with the contractor’s definition of finished) I have no choice but to move forward. I have to move into my house!
Today, upon entering my house, a huge pile of garbage stared at me in the face: boxes, wood, plaster and tidbits of what remains from the remodel. The garbage was taunting me, “Whatchu gonna do bout it, huh?!”. My garbage has a Brooklyn accent, my candlesticks speak in French, its all really weird. It challenged me so I had to take it on, piece by piece, mano y mano. Each time I came back up the stairs to grab another armful, I looked smugly at the pile dwindling away. Ahhhh, finally its done!
This simple act of completion, of doing something that no one else will help you do, is a life long commitment to yourself. Hey…it is yoga. It is learning how to overcome obstacles and deal with them in a healthy way. I liked something yoga teacher Emily Stone said in class, “A utility drawer should be called the futility drawer.”. It’s a clever way of saying material things that seem trifle can actually make us pause with frustration. This collection of futilities that clutter our drawers, hallways, or where ever cause us to clutter our minds. If we see these obstacles as worth clearing than we move forward, without pause. My house won’t be held hostage by someone else’s mess, now I move forward one step at a time.
