One of my girlfriends is on her way over and I feel some inner tension, though it has nothing to do with her. She’s coming over to help me sort and pack up the remaining items after our garage sale this weekend.
But I feel a bit exposed. The house is a wreck. Mike and I tore it apart looking for more items to purge for the sale. Now my friend is coming over to help put this “humpty-dumpty back together again” (and I need the help!), but I don’t want her to see the mess.
It’s one thing to talk about other people’s clutter and chaos, but somehow, when it’s MINE, well, that’s when it feels exposing, humbling, vulnerable. Ironic, isn’t it? She’s fully aware of the chaos. I think she even enjoys making order out of chaos. She’s choosing to spend her free time with me, in my mess and chaos, to help relieve me of the tension and stress I feel when I think about my house. It’s at the point where I feel a little stuck. Her fresh eyes, perspective, and enthusiasm will be helpful.
Time for a deep breath. Time to let in my friend. Time to release the chaos.