It's Advent, the season to prepare for the coming of Jesus, both in the celebration of His birth and in preparing for the second coming. The messages in church these last couple of weeks have dealt a lot with clearing out the clutter of life and starting fresh. It's the start of the new liturgical year and almost the end of the regular calendar year. What a perfect time to evaluate life and make some changes.
In going with the theme from recent Gospel reflections and homilies, I want to clear up some clutter in my life. In the literal sense, my room, living room and dining room are cluttered with too much stuff. I need to tidy up a bit because all this stuff laying around puts me on edge. In another literal sense I seriously need to clean out my inbox. I get probably 30 emails a day and if I'm lucky 1 or 2 are relevant and important. Most are junk and chain emails to the tune of 430-something unread messages in my inbox. I'm sick of looking at all of it, it's too much and bothers me just as much as physical clutter.
As for the not so literal, I'm trying to bag my laziness and put it to an end. My life is cluttered with crappy tv shows and too much connectedness. I spend too much time on my phone playing games or senselessly putzing around on the internet. I have a stack of books in my room I've been dying to read, and a couple of new found hobbies I'd like to pursue a little more. Out with the useless and mundane, in with the challenging and exciting.
I'm going to throw in a cute story from work just to wrap up this post. I've been in a new classroom for 2 weeks now, I'm with the oldest group of preschoolers and I love it. Every morning we do yoga and exercises with the kids after breakfast. One stretch we do everyday involves trying to touch your toes while sitting. I'm one of the least flexible people you'll ever meet, so I'm lucky to get past my knees most days. But it cracks me up because whatever kids are sitting next to me are just appalled that I can't reach and fuss at me about it. "Try harder Ms Carrie!" Or my favorite, they'll grab my wrist and try to stretch me further, to no avail. Even better though, some will grab my toes for me to help out. Gotta love it :)
