Sistah Take A Seat

Sistah Take A Seat: Declutter Your Life 

I spent an entire day doing laundry, trashing old CDs and just getting into all sorts of fits each time I saw a corner of my house that had clutter piling up. Piles of books. Piles of junk mail. Piles of shoes. Ugh…

We usually assign Spring as the time to place back all the winter gear, go through our checklist of what to update around the house and tidy up our living spaces. We take inventory of what we have and promise we the retail gods they will never see us in a mall or on Amazon ever again! Yeah right. 

How many of us actually take the time to do the same with our lives? I mean if I’m going to try and get my house in order, may as well take some time to inventory my life and see what’s worth keeping or getting rid of. Right?

 *inserts sense of discomfort*

Take An Emotional Inventory                            

I’m entering a personally emotional season in my life. And I know every Spring my feelings are a bit raw this time of year.  Two weeks from Mothers Day means a loss of my mother. Since I know it’s coming up, I get myself mentally prepared for it. It’s usually a time when I will be around a lot of folks (weddings, graduations, etc.) so I know that I have to spend some time beforehand taking care of me. Journaling. Lunch with friends who have been down this road. Whatever it will take to make me be okay. That’s what you have to do. Take an emotional temperature of where you are with things. Marriage. Dating. Grief and loss. Children. Life. It happens. What should also happen is you making sure you’re okay. If that means therapy-go. If that means calling a mentor on one of your long commutes to work-call. If it means visiting a house of worship where nobody knows your name-visit. If it means praying without ceasing-pray. If it means camping with some friends-do it. Go. Do. Be. Take care of yourself. 

Take A Physical Inventory                       

That darn right ankle of mine really set me back some with my working out. But I had to reflect on how much of it was my ankle and how much of it was me just not making the time to workout. Yeah, work had exponentially picked up but I’m sure if I dug through all the hours I found to binge on some random TV series, I would certainly find the time to make it to the 24 hour gym that was five minutes away from my house. Guilty.  I read somewhere that physical beauty is a given in youth but not in the aging. It takes work to keep some thangs wrapped up tighter in your 40s! And I’m not talking about buying one of those body armor things that leave you breathless and about to faint either. Werk! If you can take the time to slay your face, your hair, your nails. Take the time to slay the very thing that houses it all. 

Take A Soul Inventory                                

French philosopher, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin surmised it best, “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” I believe my soul is eternal and that what happens here is just the beginning of my eternal existence. I believe God’s plan for my life didn’t start on the day I was born but well before the two human beings who procreated me even had a clue. I believe that my actions on earth have a ripple effect for eternity. So in that belief I’m ever humbled by the sacrifice made by Christ on my behalf. He died so that I may live. Live eternally with Him that is. It makes me take stock of my life not in the way of checking to see how much money is in the bank or how many likes I get on an Instagram post. But rather what kind of impact is going to earn me the “Well done, good and faithful servant.” When I get frustrated with humanity, I have to believe I MUST believe there is more to life than this. 

As much as I want to grab huge garbage bags and just dump everything in there and haul it out my house and start fresh, even I know that won’t solve the issue of clutter and disorganization.  It’s not the stuff that’s the issue, it’s the whys and the hows behind the stuff that I need to sit and deliberate over.  Just like our lives. It’s the sitting with it, the embracing it, the digging deeper that will yield a “spring cleaned” mind, body and soul. 

Faith, Grief And Loss, Random Thoughts

We All Got Bruises

American rock band, The Train, has this country-rock song called “Bruises” that I like to listen to. The chorus starts with, “These bruises, make for better conversation…”

Whoever thought that having emotional scars could actually be about something good? While we are in the midst of our personal muck, no one can convince us that there will be light at the end of the tunnel or that this is even worth talking about. But it will be. Someday.

Revelations 12:11 reminds us “And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony…” Our words, our stories, our testimonies are powerful milestones that sets aright all that has plagued us in the past. I remember a mentor that shared of her failing marriage and how God managed to see her through a divorce and a remarriage to her husband! It’s one of those, damn! God did that! She instantly became more than a well put together sister. She was now real, and human to me. Her willingness to impart her wisdom to me then and even now has kept us connected over five years after we are no longer working together.

We go through so much in our lives: miscarriages, failed marriages, death and loss, abuse, unemployment, loss of friendships, and overall disappointments. TD Jakes once said that the enemy uses isolation to keep us down. Imagine the time and opportunity, if given, to feel safe enough to reveal our battle scars and know that these scars could possibly save someone else’s life.

Transparency breaks down walls and reveals our humanity. It connects souls who would otherwise never have intersected paths. Your story is not your own to keep.

These bruises
Make for better conversation,
Loses the vibe that separates,
It’s gonna let you in again,
You’re not alone in how you’ve been,
Everybody loses,
We all got bruises

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