A Simple Life

You know how there are days when no matter how much you just want to kick back and relax, it just ain't gonna happen. That was today. Last night my daughter got here with the Uhaul and the "rest" of our stuff.
You know what, for the most part it is just that...stuff. But somehow we have claim to it and need to be responsible to do something with it. So we began. Moving is always such a chore anyway. Doing it in peacemeal like we have makes it even worse. Things have been set up here at the house in Boise for a couple of months now. There has been very little clutter. There has been a place for everything, and for the most part I really have kept things in their place. It has been a simple quiet life. Every once in awhile I would wonder where something was, but I didn't really miss anything except the hangers that were coming.
And now here I am inundated by our "stuff". To be honest, I find it rather disquieting as does Jeff. It was very confusing to him today to have the door open and close and hear noises he did not understand. We appreciated the help that was given by the men in our new ward, but it was agitating to Jeff. I think he picked up on my stress too. He usually does. But I think more than that he picks up on the chaos our once very simple house has been dumped with. Even though he cannot see well, the energy here has changed and he can feel it.
Tomorrow I will start to wade through things that are now scattered hodgepodge throughout every room of the house and once again make that somewhat crucial decision as to whether this article of clothing or that memorabelia has value enough to keep. We have moved several times in our marriage, each time I do my best to de-junk as much as possible. So it just boggles my mind how we can still have so many things that seem so useless and frivolous, especially considering what we are facing now.
Jeff is very content to rotate 3 pair of black fleece pajama pants. He has just a few shirts that are easy to put on and off and are in his energy (Another post for another time) Most of the things that he used to use on occasion have absolutely no purpose in his life for the time being. It has given me some different perspective. Mostly the conviction of the need to keep things simple. It just feels better and it is better for Jeff.
I'm also thinking that a simple life is much more conducive for healing. And like Jeff keeps telling me, it is time for all of us to heal. And I might heal the house again by really de-junking all the stuff I just paid big bucks to have brought to me.
Maybe I will write later about the process. The miracle for today is just in truly recognizing how important the KISS principle is in my life. (Keep It Simple Sister) I am looking forward to another miracle tomorrow in taking it all in stride and letting it be easy.