I’m not sure what happened but recently, I have had this sudden need .. the need to sort out all my bad habits.
It could be due to the two deaths we have experienced this year, one sudden from nowhere and the other after many years of sickness. That in itself has really woken me up to the whole ‘life is too short ..’ attitude.
Or it could be the impending change of ownership at Hubby’s work and the worry hanging over our heads about the security of his job. This brings on the ‘Nothing is ever assured in life’ thinking.
I think I finally ‘snapped’ when it came to my attention that unwanted visitors has been munching away in my pantry and a whole lot of unopened packets had to be thrown in the bin. I hate waste and seeing all those unused $$$ just thrown away made me want to cry.
But instead of crying (I think I have done more than enough of that lately), I got angry. Angry that all of these things happen that are totally out of control.
I channeled that anger and scrubbed away at my pantry. Damn those mice and their persistence chewing away at packets to get to the insides, Boo Hoo to their ability to climb walls and reach the highest shelf to reach the good stuff and suddenly it hit me …
These little pests squeeze their way through the tiniest of holes to get where they want to go. They manipulate their little bodies and push on through.
This body (mine) has not been doing what I want it to do, it’s time to ‘manipulate’ it. Sure, I won’t be squeezing through any little holes to gain access to other people’s homes but I can make changes (diet/physical/mental) and have this body do what I want it to do!
I could do with a little of their persistence too – if something is too big to contemplate, I can persistently chip away at it until I break through the barrier and start really getting into the ‘inside’ of things. No, you won’t find me nibbling away at the unopened packet of cherries but you will find me consistently chipping away at my goals.
I liken those little pests ability to scurry high walls to climbing mountains. Not the Mt Everest kind but the piles of stuff I have laying around here. Be them neat, all contained in one spot piles, they seem like mountains that I need to conquer e.g the pile of papers I had stashed in the desk and corralled in the IN tray.
Another mountain, the dumpsite that had become Missy’s bedroom! It had got past the point of her ever cleaning it up on her own and I was sick of fighting it. There was all sorts of junk stashed in cupboards and stuff I had never seen before, so I climbed that mountain too!
I also did Bubba’s room, you can see his wardrobe here
I am on a roll!
Who would have thought you could take life lessens from a mouse, certainly not I !
And although those little pests have opened my eyes to a few things, they are certainly not wanted in this house and I am also now on a mission to get rid of them, wish me luck!
Disclaimer – My house may not be ‘perfectly’ clean or organised but it is not anything like the dump site that is depicted in Missy’s room above AND signs of mice in one’s house does not mean that it is kept filthy or unclean, we live in a semi-rural area with bushland behind us.
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