We went into this antique store somewhere in coastal Massachusetts and spent some time exploring through all the treasures and junk. It was set inside an old three story house, including the yard and garage, and as much as I loved looking at all the stuff it also gave me heart palpitations thinking about how huge a task it would be if the owner ever had to vacate the space (yeah, my mind wanders to places like that). There must have been millions of items collected on shelves, baskets, containers, some collecting dust; it was not unlike a museum of sorts, a catalog of old tools, objects and trinkets.
Exiting the store after an hour felt almost like a relief, if that makes any sense, and made me want to declutter my life. I’m not talking about the stuff that accumulates in our homes, but the things that weigh us down and prevent us from moving on – insecurity, self doubt, measuring our self worth based on the actions (or inactions) of others.
Sometimes you have to initiate the closure you seek, yourself.
It’s time for Spring cleaning, friends. Well, maybe if you’re not the owner of this particular store. Some things are better left untouched.