Yesterday I cleaned out the refrigerator. In our house, this is quite the project though I will tell you, it was surprisingly not as gross as it usually is. At least I am pretty sure it wasn’t because I don’t actually remember the last time I cleaned it. I didn’t even gag. There was that one container with unidentifiable contents but I won’t talk further about that, save your breakfast. What fascinates me and brings me to post about my less than stellar house cleaning habits, is the idea of how nice it would be if cleaning my heart and life was as easy as cleaning out that fridge. I am so happy with the results, I now enjoy going by the fridge and opening it just to see inside, something only the brave would have done before. But now it is so spacious and clean with only items of good nutritional value within instead of scientific experiments waiting to be documented. Was that really the expiration date? How much mold really can grow on leftovers? Luckily, these were not questions I was intrigued enough to answer. But now the fridge is clean, I am finishing “The Four Agreements” and wondering how those agreements would work as cleaners in my life? How much crap is in my life of little use just waiting to be thrown out, to make space for something far better? How much in my life is no longer good for me? How many emotions, activities I engage in, and thoughts I have need to see a broom and dust bin instead of the light of day? What in my life is worth keeping? What is worth cleaning off with a wet rag and restoring to its place? And if I did engage in spring cleaning, would I want to go to my life, open it up, and just enjoy the sight? Would God?
365-09 #55