Dreaming Myself into Being

It is the end of Summer, and I’ve been taking out the trash! LOL! My husband and I have been going through things. I’ve wanted to for a couple of years. He has somewhat forcibly encouraged me to get with the program. This weekend he took EVERYTHING out of the bottom of my bedroom closet. It was a giant heap in the hallway! Miso and Tuna, my new adopted kittens, did laps and lept over the heap of stuff over and over again. It kind of reminded me of the girl jumping over the moon!

Downsizing my shoes felt really hard at first. Every single pair had a dream attached to it. So many dreams. So many broken promises to myself about the way I wanted my life to be. I worked with a coach and death doula this past weekend, and he asked me pointedly if I wanted to live! I had felt like my dreams were dust. But there are sparks of hope forming at the periphery of my consciousness. I can see a fresh start coming into view!

As I get rid of stuff I don’t need, I make room for who I am becoming. Not just who I want to be some day, but the woman I am inspired to dream into being one step at a time!