I repeated to the players in my dream "I'm literally homeless", the idea was difficult for me to get my mind around. The biggest gyp was that all my "good-damn stuff" was gone. Vanished. All my stuff.
I was re-prioritizing things on my vision board last night after making some serious headway in my bedroom and the bathroom closet (closet is a bit too fancy a word for it, it's a glorified cubby hole with a curtain instead of a door). I have a deck of cards with different affirmations that I love. Wouldn't you know it? I drew one that says
Detach Yourself from your "Stuff"
on the front and
You're not what you have and you're not what you do. You're an infinite, divine being disguised a successful person who has accumulated a certain amount of stuff. The stuff is not you. For that reason, you must avoid being attached to it in any way.
on the back.
This is a good thing for me to remember, especially during a good "throwin' out"...
But let's not start talkin' crazy; I am after all living in this earthly realm, and I like & enjoy a certain amount of stuff.
The rule of thumb for me is A) Do I need it? B) Do I use it? or C) Does it have enough sentimental value to earn a place in my limited space?
Those three things get a lot of crap out of my house.
I must say, it feels good to narrow down the material possessions.
And after that dream I'm counting my blessings for what I am keeping.
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