Clean Sheets

It has come to one of those moments in life I like to call...
"spring cleaning, soul searching, and simply satisfying."

We come and go; our memories build up like residue on a shower wall, and a cleansing is past necessary.
You have to reach rock bottom before you can push off from the ground, extend your legs, and head in the opposite direction in stride.

so... I hadn't cleaned my room in three weeks, yet alone finished unpacking from Christmas vacation. I came and went throwing various items about onto the pile underneath my bed. My roommate hated me, but that discord couldn't bring me to sort through my life. It wasn't until after I refused to "if I want a happy ending, it depends on where I stop the story" kind of situation. After the fact.

So, I had to do my spring cleaning, while I soul-searched, which was quite simply satisfying.
I gathered together all of my collected scraps of paper memories, put them into an express mail envelope [express mail envelopes make the best folders/dividers for binders], and sealed the envelope. Symbolic. I'm considering burning the envelope, gathering the ashes, and burying the collected ashes on a fault line.

and...  

I washed my sheets.


I'd never been so glad to make my bed.

Take it or leave it, but at least think about what areas of your life need some "spring cleaning and soul searching," because it is simply satisfying.