It's only taken me a few decades to figure out the transformation. Despite all our best intentions, it seems every year the neatly packed boxes of Christmas paraphernalia return to any space available quickly thrown together so that lids perch, not close. And nearly every year, when we unpack and repack boxes of decorations, we look at more than one item, and say, "What were we thinking?"
So we make varying attempts to purge the broken, or mismatched, or just don't like it anymore. On a good year, we expand from the decorations to other areas of the basement. This is where it gets really dicey because what's important, or worthy of keeping may or may not be the same for me as for Tom.
Doing laundry this morning I was thinking that I prefer to sort now than dig for something later. "Not a creature was stirring" in our little house, so I had a moment for meaningful reflection. (Once again, a matter of priorities: Tom thinks I think too much, I think he could think/reflect a bit more.) Anyway, the whole sorting and packing boxes made me consider how we manage our emotions.
In our busy lives, it's a challenge to gather a few quiet moments to assess personal mental and/or emotional health. Oh, we make time for an annual physical, watch our weight (kind of, sometimes, ok, once in a while), take our vitamins and supplements. We know what it takes to stay physically fit, whether we fully employ healthy regimens or not. But what about the equally important stuff going on in our hearts and minds?
This past year our favorite early morning weatherman committed suicide. He was young, a husband and father to a new baby. His morning crew admitted they had no idea that depression was his constant companion. The tv station has launched a "You Matter" campaign to promote awareness and assistance for those who battle mental illness of any kind.
I tell you that to tell you this: ALL OF YOU MATTERS. Hurray for watching your diet and exercising, but don't forget to take care of your "inner man". I know you won't be surprised to know journaling works for me, so does a good chat with a trusted friend. Please don't be like me and lug around the baggage of anger and resentment at my mom and a former employer, just forgive them (for your sake, not theirs), breathe and move on. Give up trying to change a spouse, and learn to accept them for who they are and how they bless your life. In other words, let's do a little sorting and storing.
Dear Readers, please, please know I am not lecturing, rather, encouraging. I've fought these dragons, including depression, and slain a few. My prayer for you is to celebrate who you are, unencumbered by thoughts and/or emotions that threaten to hold you back. Rejoice, you are the amazing handiwork of the Creator of the universe!
Do you think about your thoughts/feelings/emotions? Do you treat them with appropriate regard and respect? Or do you treat them like the cat? They come and they go, they get attention when they really need it, or pee on your bed? (Sorry,I slid that last part in to make sure you're really paying attention.)
14 I praise you because you made me in such a wonderful way.
I know how amazing that was!