Purge, Purge, Purge
It is funny how writing takes on rituals. As I have been embarking on a new creative venture,
distractions abound. I find that
as I am preparing to write that, all of a sudden, menial tasks demand my
attention. Emptying the dishwasher
becomes imperative. The
inescapable urge to run the vacuum captures me and I succumb to the
pressure. But then again, this
season is also different than most.
Part of the defragging of brain busyness is productive work, too.
The Campagna household has been dialoging about some serious decisions
on the table. This home has been a
huge blessing to our family. It
has housed multiple families at multiple times. It has stayed open all night for friends, and has kept
visiting pets. It has hosted
foreign students and transplant couples. But with the necessary retirement of my husband, this house
is becoming too much to handle.
We don’t want the 4700 square feet of family bliss to turn into
burden. So before we find
ourselves in a desperate place, we are prepping for change.
This prepping has created the medium by which I warm up to writing each
day. I evaluate possessions. I
find myself thinking about a 1200 square foot home. If I had to choose, what would I take with me? Downsizing and eliminating clutter
around me and in my mind is good for the soul. Space is opening up.
The huddled home and muddled mind is beginning to respire. Oxygen enters. Those sets of fine china, used what,
six times? They were a fantasy,
not practical, not necessary, not even fashionable- four cubic feet of
space. The books that are not
pretty or practical enough to be out on display and I won’t read in the next 10
years- 10 cubic feet. The heart
shaped quilt rack- yea. You get
the idea. This is beginning to
hook me. It’s rewarding. A stack of boxes is filling up a back
room and in a matter of time, it will vanish. It’s freeing to let go…and
exciting to know I’ll be ready for whatever decision we make regarding our
future. The horizon is foreshadowing a new dawn, a new day, and a new chapter.
