I have been asked today to think about what is it that I do – that I’ve always done – that is a lifelong secret habitual pattern.
Something that I would be mortified for anyone to find out about.
I hate putting away laundry. Really hate it. I have multiple laundry baskets filled with folded clean clothes in every bedroom. I would rather do anything than put away laundry. So I pick through the baskets for the clothes I want to wear. This unfolds the remaining clothes, which leads to wrinkles. Lots and lots of wrinkles.
And I hate ironing. So.
I have always been this way, albeit without laundry baskets. I would leave my dirty clothes in a pile on the floor and my clean clothes folded in their own piles. I had a clear trail from my door to my bed. I thought it was organized. At worst, my parents thought I was insane to live that way, and at best, that I was a slob.
I am a massage therapist. I work from my home. My third bedroom is my massage studio. For 4 months, there is a 19 year old college student living in there, so I had to move my massage practice to my bedroom. It takes me 30 minutes to “hide” all the clean and dirty laundry before I can set up for the massage.
I have lived my life feeling like I was always catching up, angry with myself for not being as organized as I want to be.
I’ve heard it said that when we bring our shame to light, it loses it’s power. I am not organized. I am a walking oxymoron: I am a bit of a slob but I hate living in a mess. I am living in a prison of my own making.
There. I said it. Out Loud.
I own this.
And before my children adopt this practice, I am done. I am letting it go.
I will let it go again tomorrow, and tomorrow, until I let it go for good.
What secret is in your closet that is holding you back?
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Author: Kendra Hackett