Today I am focusing on the word MOVING. It’s a quite simple word, and most know what it means. I have learned quite a few things about this word in my life. All of the different forms of move have touched me in someway, but moving is the form I am drawn to.
I have had my share of moving experiences. And by that, I mean “the changing of location.” When I was younger I was a military brat, so naturally we moved quite often. When my step-dad came into our lives, my mother and he were seasonal workers in the fishing industry in Alaska. Which meant we only went there for fishing season, then would move back to our “home” when the season was over. After high school, I moved often. Usually this was due to the fact that I could no longer sustain my current situation, whether financially or emotionally. But it meant I was moving on.
My last moving experience however was kind a pinnacle of moves, so to speak. I have learned so much about myself during this move. Some I knew, I just didn’t accept, and some I learned anew. I learned I was a collector, a curator of junk. I learned that I, like many, keep things for sentimental reasons. I figured out it’s just stuff, because the real memories were in the moments that the thing in question was acquired. I needed to let go of the item, and hold on to the memory. And in the end, a huge weight was lifted, and I no longer carry around stuff.
I am a journal-er. I think most people who consider themselves writers do journal in some way or another. I am also a list-er, a quote-er and a note take-er. So naturally I found that I owned a good number of journals. As I was packing I was surprised at the sheer number of journals I had. I packed all of ten previously written in journals, and threw out a good number of them. I flip through old ones, looking for fantastic musings and vital information that I may need at a later date. I transfer that information to a new journal and discard the old one. I believe all my years of moving have created this process. If I kept every single journal I wrote in throughout my life I believe I could easily fill a small storage unit floor to ceiling. On top of the used journals I kept, I also had accumulated a good number of new journals. This was a prime example of “it’s on sale, I like them in general, I must purchase immediately,” thought process. I had thirty two to be exact. They did not all move with me. I kept ten that caught my fancy, and donated the rest to a local school. A great weight had been lifted in this process, and I had less stuff to move.
Along with my journal collection I also had amassed a Disney collection (emphasis on Snow White and Peter Pan), a Pyrex collection, a Harry Potter collection, a fairy lamp collection, a board game collection, and a decent collection of craft supplies that never met their intended use. All of which were whittled down to the things of importance. I ended up selling a good deal of the aforementioned collections, merely because it was just stuff after all. I figure I would sell it, if I really missed it, I could repurchase it in the future, when I am settled. And to be honest, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Once I started the process got easier and I became less panicked with every decision I made. In the end the weight of all these things that had really no meaning in my life had been lifted. After all it was just stuff.
When I got where I was going, the most important thing I have found is surrounding myself with people who keep me moving in the right direction. People who are passionate, supportive or perhaps just make me laugh. None of these people try pulling me backwards into past mistakes or find the need to pull me downward in anyway. They are helping me build up from my rock-bottom, they are pushing and driving me forward. These are the people I need in my life. The rest were just weighing me down, they had become just stuff.
I want to encourage everyone to find that one moving thing and hold onto it. By this I mean, something that moves you to create, to have a strong feeling or emotion, focus on the positive. Paint, write, sing, act, invent, build…everyone has that one thing that moves them into elation. That makes them feel complete. Do that. Everything else in your life will fall into place when you feel you have found your purpose. Stop letting things keep you stagnant, that in not moving. Don’t let the little worries and stresses become bigger than they are. These things will just weigh you down, and that is stuff you don’t need.
The biggest lesson I have learned about “moving” is, you have to let go. Let go of everything that keeps you from moving forward. Let go of everything that is weighing you down, things that make it seem like you are just trudging through life. Let go. Moving on is so much easier the less stuff you bring with you.
Be good to one another, we are all in this together.