It is now 10 days until my move....
I LOVE moving. I know, I'm a sick puppy.
I love the thought of being able to really look at what you have, get rid of what you don't need and pack up the rest. It leads me to wonder what it would be like if I could move my head.
My brain always reminds me of a cartoon I once saw of Donald Duck. He had all these dusty file cabinets in his head and they were just jam packed with stuff.
I have too much stuff in my head. Always have.
I mean, just imagine all the room that there'd be if you could forget all the song lyrics you know.
I wish I could clear out my head as easily as I can clear out my house. Get rid of the stuff that's not working for me anymore and make room for some new stuff. Organize the stuff that's there and neaten things out.
Get rid of all of the limiting beliefs, annoying behaviours, negative thoughts, niggling doubts and all the other crap I don't want or need. I wish it was as easy as packing up your house.
I really do.
Unfortunately, the head clean out takes time. And effort. And a real desire to get it done.
And, even then, things only go when you're really ready.
Oh well, I'll keep working on it.
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