want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe t

Spring is in the air and I can tell, know how? The air is warming up, the trees are turning green, and then there’s the restlessness I feel inside of me. It happens every year, and it’s one of the reasons springtime is a favorite of mine.

This restlessness makes me want to try new things, and create change in some way. It makes me realize that I’m tired of the same old stuff in my life, that what I want is newness. How does this manifest in my life? It starts with a stirring. One that comes from deep inside of me. One that leads me to…clean out the clutter in my home. I call it my “De-Clutter Flutter” and it gets the whole ball rolling.

Before I go any further, a word about me. I’m not a clean freak, though I often wish I were. I don’t have that organizer gene, though I think it would do me some good if I did. I am more of a Call To Action cleaner. I wait until I’m called and then I act. Spring usually brings the call and when it does I feel a remarkably strong drive that I can’t put off for one more day. I have to clean. Nothing else matters. I’m tired of all the #%$#*&# in my house!

And so it begins. Picking my first target, I approach the closet door and, just as I’m about to open it, I stop and take a deep breath in order to just “be” with my feelings of total overwhelm. Yes, they too are part of my process. It’s then that I hear a little voice inside me saying, “Just close the door, it’s been this way for years, why clean it now? Who cares, no one’s going to see it with the door closed, anyway!” And just when that voice is starting to make a real play for its point, I get tough and override it with, “I care! I know it’s here. I don’t like it anymore and I’m going in!” But right before I do, I think to myself, “I should probably call someone and let them know so they can send in the St. Bernard’s if I’m not out in a couple of days, I mean hours.” And in I go!

In no time at all I’m taking everything out. From top to bottom everything comes out and lands on the floor, or what used to resemble a floor. It’s at this point that I start finding things that I haven’t seen in such a long time, I had forgotten about them. Many times I’ll think, “Why on earth have I held on to this? I don’t need this.” And out it goes. When I’m at this stage, it feels so good to toss out stuff I’ve been hanging on to for so long and for no reason.

Occasionally, I’ll find something I really do like but I forgot that I had it or where I put it. These little goodies get collected; I put them in a place where now I’ll remember that I have them, and where I can see them.

As I get to the end there are some very large garbage bags filled with the all junk I no longer need, want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe th

, a word about me. I’m not a clean freak, though I often wish I were. I don’t have that organizer gene, though I think it would do me some good if I did. I am more of a Call To Action cleaner. I wait until I’m called and then I act. Spring usually brings the call and when it does I feel a remarkably strong drive that I can’t put off for one more day. I have to clean. Nothing else matters. I’m tired of all the #%$#*&# in my house!

And so it begins. Picking my first target, I approach the closet door and, just as I’m about to open it, I stop and take a deep breath in order to just “be” with my feelings of total overwhelm. Yes, they too are part of my process. It’s then that I hear a little voice inside me saying, “Just close the door, it’s been this way for years, why clean it now? Who cares, no one’s going to see it with the door closed, anyway!” And just when that voice is starting to make a real play for its point, I get tough and override it with, “I care! I know it’s here. I don’t like it anymore and I’m going in!” But right before I do, I think to myself, “I should probably call someone and let them know so they can send in the St. Bernard’s if I’m not out in a couple of days, I mean hours.” And in I go!

In no time at all I’m taking everything out. From top to bottom everything comes out and lands on the floor, or what used to resemble a floor. It’s at this point that I start finding things that I haven’t seen in such a long time, I had forgotten about them. Many times I’ll think, “Why on earth have I held on to this? I don’t need this.” And out it goes. When I’m at this stage, it feels so good to toss out stuff I’ve been hanging on to for so long and for no reason.

Occasionally, I’ll find something I really do like but I forgot that I had it or where I put it. These little goodies get collected; I put them in a place where now I’ll remember that I have them, and where I can see them.

As I get to the end there are some very large garbage bags filled with the all junk I no longer need, want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe t

then that I hear a little voice inside me saying, “Just close the door, it’s been this way for years, why clean it now? Who cares, no one’s going to see it with the door closed, anyway!” And just when that voice is starting to make a real play for its point, I get tough and override it with, “I care! I know it’s here. I don’t like it anymore and I’m going in!” But right before I do, I think to myself, “I should probably call someone and let them know so they can send in the St. Bernard’s if I’m not out in a couple of days, I mean hours.” And in I go!

In no time at all I’m taking everything out. From top to bottom everything comes out and lands on the floor, or what used to resemble a floor. It’s at this point that I start finding things that I haven’t seen in such a long time, I had forgotten about them. Many times I’ll think, “Why on earth have I held on to this? I don’t need this.” And out it goes. When I’m at this stage, it feels so good to toss out stuff I’ve been hanging on to for so long and for no reason.

Occasionally, I’ll find something I really do like but I forgot that I had it or where I put it. These little goodies get collected; I put them in a place where now I’ll remember that I have them, and where I can see them.

As I get to the end there are some very large garbage bags filled with the all junk I no longer need, want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe t

to resemble a floor. It’s at this point that I start finding things that I haven’t seen in such a long time, I had forgotten about them. Many times I’ll think, “Why on earth have I held on to this? I don’t need this.” And out it goes. When I’m at this stage, it feels so good to toss out stuff I’ve been hanging on to for so long and for no reason.

Occasionally, I’ll find something I really do like but I forgot that I had it or where I put it. These little goodies get collected; I put them in a place where now I’ll remember that I have them, and where I can see them.

As I get to the end there are some very large garbage bags filled with the all junk I no longer need, want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe t

want or feel the urge to save. Out go the big bags into the trash or the recycling bin.

I stand there and reward myself with a long look into the closet. Now that it’s completely cleaned out I notice its lovely bareness. It now contains only what I really want and truly need. A deep sigh escapes me, relief in the job that’s done and pride in what I see. And I think, “Why did I leave it this way for so long, I should have done this sooner.”

Every year, when I come to this point in the process, I notice something else…a remarkable change in my mental and emotional state, I feel happy, lighter, freer. Not only is my closet decluttered, but my mind is, too. Maybe that’s the real reason I love spring so much-- once I get started, my external work soon is mirrored in my internal work. The same little voice that originally told me to let go of the #$&*& in my home, is now telling me to do the same thing in my mind. Time to bid adieu to those beliefs and thoughts that have never served me and have never had a real purpose in my life. And just like the junk I collected in my closets, these thoughts and beliefs are just junk taking up space, not helping me move forward and not helping me be happy.

The process of cleaning my closets is just the physical manifestation of the work I’m doing inside. It’s the time that I find myself taking “inventory” of what’s going on in my mind (as well as my home.) Clearing out my mind in this way is so important. It’s allowing me to make room for new possibilities and opportunities to enter my life. In the same way that I look out my windows when spring comes and I see nature in all of its freshness and budding hope…inside of me I feel that same hope, freshness and possibilities about my life.

You know the old saying, “Out with the old, in with new.” It’s true. But you have to clear out the old before you can have the new, whether it’s a new thought, belief, opportunity or material possession. I believe my soul knows that.