is washing your dishes for the first time in over a year, as you listen to favorite songs and tears of joy stream from your eyes.
Liberation is sorting through piles of papers and clothes and garbage and just things that have been piling up for months and months until it feels as though they might suffocate you, and throwing garbage bag after garbage bag outside until there is room to breathe again.
Liberation is spending the night alone in your house, with no sounds and no lights to keep you from sleep, having space to dream again.
Liberation is sorting things into categories until it feels like you have a handle on life again, creating empty flat surfaces so that your eye has something to land on that is neat and orderly.
Liberation is being the world's least organized person who just happens to crave a little order now and again, and being able to achieve that goal.
Liberation is independence, the ability to feel like a grown up again, on the eve of your 31st birthday.
Liberation is me, liberation is time, liberation is today.
Liberation.
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Sounds like you’ve been busy. As the offspring of two packrats, I know how difficult it can be to conquer clutter; you deserve to be commended for your hard work. Perhaps one day I will also be free. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy freedom didn't last long, but I sure did enjoy it while I had it! :)
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