A few months ago I downloaded back episodes of the television show Hoarders. A neat freak myself, I was fascinated with the clutter and chaos that was revealed in the lives of those who were profiled on the show. I recognized some part of myself in them. Although I don't hoard things, I do form impermeable attachments to people, places, routines and activities. I have a hard time letting go.
I have been blogging everyday now for over a year. Lately I have been thinking that perhaps it is time to let go of the blog. It is no longer inspired or inspiring. I struggle to find things to write about. So much of what is happening in my life right now is too raw and deeply personal to share. I lack the energy to write about other things.
On Hoarders a whole team of professionals: cleaners, organizers, and therapists come into the home and move out the clutter, while coaching the homeowner to release the objects on an emotional level. Illness in a family has a way of doing the same thing: it takes a broom to our priorities, it helps us sort out the clutter to make room for the essential work that must be done. I'm going through that process now and trying to figure out of the blog has a role in my life as it is today.
No comments:
Post a Comment