It started innocently enough. We had too much stuff in our basement. Who doesn’t? Then the basement flooded.
“Would you call the junk removal service?” Ali asked. Of course I would. The junk removal service could come on Friday. They would take everything and sort it into stuff that could be donated, recycled, and stuff that had to be trashed. Perfect!
But this gave Ali ideas. “Well, if we’re getting rid of this pile of stuff, let’s go through the rest of the basement and see what we can get rid of.” Then he wanted to clean out the shed. Then the attic. I was recruited to assist, but I wasn’t much help. The dust and mold from our damp basement made me cough uncontrollably. But Ali played Hercules and managed the impossible task of sorting out all that stuff. Stuff that had been collecting for eight years. Stuff that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Stuff we didn’t want and didn’t need. Then the junk removal service took all that stuff away, and I realized that my basement is big enough to dance in.
It’s amazing what clutter can do to us. It weighs us down. It burdens us with its presence. Getting rid of all of that junk that I wasn’t using has opened up new possibilities for my yard and my home. Now that I have some space, I realize that I am having the same problem with my latest manuscript. I have tried to put every good idea into one story, and the result is that I am having trouble focusing on anything. It’s time for un-junk my writing. The first step is to figure out what must stay. What is required? The rest can go. No matter how much I like what’s there, new possibilities will open up when I simplify.
I just hope there’s room enough for dancing.