One day, I came home with my kids, and for the first time ever, did nothing. They were shocked, but no one died. Doing less has changed my life.
Thea’s clothes and baby things have been sitting in the basement for the past three years in the hopes that some sort of miracle pregnancy would happen.
I used to be a mom who kept a very clean house. But after kid two, and then kid three, I had to learn to let some things go.
“Come,” the face said. “Let me help you break free of this average life. Let me help you find your joy by throwing away half your stuff.”
I’ve been in a heavy and dark place, and I’m finding I feel weighed down by all of the “stuff” in my life. It’s time for a purge. A big one.