40 Bags in 40 Days

We think it’s the job.

We think it’s the car.

We think it’s the house.

We think it’s the kids.

We think it’s the spouse.

We attempt to rationalize the irrational. The illusion is persuasive, but harsh reality alters our attention away from the blessings and into the fog of:

The lack.

The missing.

The voids.

The empty.
The cracks.

The vacancies never become occupancies in the mental utopian communities we create.

The exploits never become tangible accolades once "the next thing" claims our attention.

The shattered ceilings never become red carpet realities in comparison to our pretentious peers.

Conquer one giant, there’s a million more to slay! Life's kinetic way of testing our RESOLVE!

Life caught me by the coattail in December, I had finessed my mission-field like a boss crushing goals. Humbled but feeling like the matrix after a decade of L's.

I had pulled up the weeds, pushed the wagon (uphill), plowed the fields, and poured the offering.

It was time, my time to “collect!” 

I expected things to “pop off” in my favor—-suddenly. But. It didn’t. And I was devastated (AGAIN)!

I started counting back the steps.

I rewind the clock on my grind.

I tallied the good that I deposited in the atmosphere.

I double checked my charitable donations by proof of my receipts.

I dismissed the “Law of Attraction” with a ratchet side eye, cause I felt like a side chick getting a raw deal from the Universe.

I looked around and despised the “things” I had prayed for in former seasons, cause they seemed useless in the moment. The American dream felt a million galaxies away.

For every step towards independence was oppositional forces dragging me back to the pit of dependence.

My handcuffs were so restricted by the enforced opinions, criticism, and judgement that I fell down the optimistic ladder of justice that I longed to build on.

My life lesson: You can’t build a new construction in 2020 with your hands full of 2019's garbage.

Since I insisted on stock piling my pantry of thoughts with random toxicity, I’ve committed to removing 40 bags of clutter in 40 days.

Unraveling from the bondage.

Unveiling the illusion.

Untying the knots.

Unlocking the prison.

This is day FIVE of my overhaul.

What are you eliminating from your 2019 closet of habits, fears, or thoughts? 

What are you packing up & tossing out?

They say, "a man is known by the company/possessions he keeps."

 What have you authorized to occupy space in your life?

Trash

or

treasure?