Healing and Clearing
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
It is interesting that despite my injuries, I'm still in a purging mood. Oh, don't worry, I'm not lifting and pitching heavy items. Just shuffling and pitching paper, and a lot of it. I have an old filing cabinet that I purchased 17 years ago, shortly after graduating from college at the age of 31 (don't do the math). It has been through quite a few moves, so the top drawer has been mashed in, and doesn't go in and out very easily anymore, and isn't as pretty as it once was. Plus it is rickety now.
It also explains my paper clutter. As I sifted through what was in the hanging files in the filing cabinet last night at 1am, I found it had not been touched since 2015. I was somewhat embarrassed since paper, upon paper clutter had piled upon the top of the filing cabinet for now upward of two years now. In a wire, mesh filing box next to the filing cabinet held even more disturbing news: paperwork from my days in Minnesota. I haven't lived in Minnesota now for over 10 years.
In the midst of all of this mess were six plastic expandable filing folders of good intentions that I had purchased over the three years after I moved back from Minnesota in order to get my paperwork in order. What better time than the present to actually put into action what I intended to do seven years ago. What was funny is that it only took an hour to do. An hour!!!!! Why haven't I don't this in the years before? Especially in the time since I've moved into this house? I mean, in July I'll have been here four years.
Anyway, after I was done, the wire, mesh filing box and the old, falling apart, metal filing cabinet were finally empty of their former contents, while the expandable filing folders were labeled, filled, and neatly put away in a place that was not forgettable and easily retrievable. The next thing is to start using the wire, mesh filing box for the new year's important paperwork that needs to be saved for next year's expandable file, which in reality will be the oldest expandable file being recycled. Gotta love the fact that they are plastic. I was definitely thinking ahead when I purchased those things.
There is healing in organizing and clearing of all of this. It has always brought me a lot of stress and headaches knowing that I felt like I could never really get a handle on this type of clutter. It was a door that was kept shut, and one that even I never dared to open. But now, even I am beginning to breath a little more easily and freely. It doesn't feel as much of a burden anymore. In fact, for the first time since I bought that blasted metal filing cabinet, I finally feel freedom.