Another weekend “in captivity” due to COVID-19 meant another opportunity to be “in activity” in your purpose, or at least “in activity” doing something you didn’t think you’d have the time to do. For me, this weekend was an opportunity to clean out and organize the garage.
It’s amazing to me all the crap we keep in our garages – cars, bikes, broken toys, moving boxes (filled and unfilled), workbenches, tool boxes, seasonal decorations, sports gear (balls, gloves, clubs, shoes)…etc. Do I really need all of this stuff?? Why do I need all this stuff?
It felt good to clean out the garage. There’s “just something” about being organized that makes me feel happy. Boxes and storage containers stacked neatly can be a thing of beauty. The additional space created by re-packing the partial boxes and tossing the broken toys in the garbage is freeing.
It was wonderful to “get back to basics” in the garage.
The thing about spring cleaning the garage is you’ll always discover a “lost treasure” – some reminder of a past vacation or activity that opens the floodgate to many a fond memory. Spring cleaning is your ticket to a trip down memory lane. During my cleaning I stumbled upon a pile of luggage that still had the baggage tags attached – Texas, Hawaii and North Carolina memories filled my heart.
I smiled. Those were awesome trips. 🙂
And it got me thinking…
When was the last time you performed a “spring cleaning” of your life? When was the last time you stripped away the clutter, tossed all your “personal baggage” aside and turned down the static in your life, enabling you to focus on the “important things” of life?
Trust me, “spring clean” your life and you’ll find the best “treasure” of all…
…”YOU”.
And who doesn’t want that?
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The treasure I found in my garage was an old ejector pump that I replaced this winter.
Several times, but not consistently, while doing laundry the pit would foam up and the alarm sounded. Alerted, I would rush downstairs to our finished basement and manually initiate the pump. The motor would hum, the sound of rushing effluents filled the pipes, and a distinct splash echoed in the pit when the pump stopped. Problem solved again… this time.
I knew the issue was a $12 check valve and debated… Do the minimal? Or do the maximum? The pump had served us well for 15 years. Time to fish the old pump out along with reaching elbow deep into sewage to retrieve a tool that fell into the pit during the process.
Sometimes you need to get your hands dirty to keep the crap out of your life.
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Thanks for sharing that story. We always seem to avoid the difficult in favor of the easy, but it holds true – to do the dirty work, you gotta get dirty.
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