Something happened this morning. It might not seem like a big deal to anyone but myself, but it is something I didn’t think would happen. At least not for a very long time.
Because of it, though, I was sent into a whirlwind of thoughts about how my life is changing. This moment of transition raised itself to a different level this morning.
I lost my memory. Or, to be specific, a memory.
It sounds quite serious, but, actually, I think it was a good thing. A positive thing, even. It made me realize something important.
It also made me realize something else. The fight is over. The habit & struggle is no longer an issue, because, by golly, it has just become my way of life.
This is probably confusing you, am I right?
Well, the memory I lost is…my credit card number.
Ba duh ding.
The simple life that I’ve been seeking for five years now has become a reality. Sitting at the computer this morning, ordering my second round of groceries to be delivered (YAY), I realized I no longer had my card number memorized. I thought to myself, ‘wow, when did that happen?’
Short answer – when I became grateful, content and comfortable with what I already had.
Long answer – After the frustration of feeling claustrophobic in my home, and tired of spending money on a bunch of hoo-ha that I threw away or donated just a few months later, I started making changes. Small changes, that add up over time. First, it was taking control of impulse buys. Then, it was changing how we celebrated birthdays and Christmas morning. The house clutter started to get better, but I still wasn’t able to breathe. That’s when I went all bat crazy and started a schedule to reduce clutter, junk and donations on a regular basis – every 4 months. The tightness in my chest got better. And, then, life happened.
So inconvenient, right?
Well, my husband went for a year-long unaccompanied tour to Pakistan. Me? Oh, me and the kids went to the beach. Heck yeah, we did. You know I’m going to make the best of a bad situation! And, just what do you think happened during that time. ALL our stuff (minus our suitcases) was put into storage in Europe while he learned language for his tour (year one), during his tour (year two), and during language for his following tour (year three).
Yep. I didn’t see any of my stuff for 3+ years.
When it all arrived, I hyperventilated. Seriously. And, our European flat couldn’t handle all the boxes. It was a disaster. And, a blessing in disguise.
I was able to look at every single item in our possession, touch it, and realize it didn’t mean anything to me anymore. Or, I could look at it, touch it, and realize – this piece, this piece right here, makes us happy. It brings us good memories. And, so it stayed. Everything else, like three SUV sized loads full, all went straight to the recycling center, or a donation center.
Which we had to pay to dispose.
Yes, this morning was a huge relief. I had to dig through my purse, find my wallet, pull out my bank card and slowly add in the numbers.
Until tomorrow –
P.S. – If you don’t want to wait five years to breathe again, I recommend you read this book today and get started changing your life, too. I’ve read it, enjoyed it, and definitely wished it was around when I started my journey to live simply years ago.