Every year as we head into spring, I clean and organize my office. It is not something that is planned, I'm too right-brained for that. It's just that it feels like its time. Last year I bought a new desk set from Ikea and did a rigorous clearing out that took months. While I've enjoyed the fruits of that organization, piles of papers and notebooks and journals and spirals still managed to spring up. And finally they drove me so nuts that it was time to get down to it. Which I've been doing over the last few days.
The act of clearing away the old creates a container for the new, just in the sheer act of doing it. Getting rid of the gunk creates a vaccum of space, and you know the saying–nature abhors a vaccuum. It's a cliche because its true. Which is why if you need business or are longing for something new in your life, you gotta go make room for it. Yesterday, I consigned items to the give-away pile that I never thought I could get rid of. Things like a small mirror a friend gave me years ago, a tacky quirky piece of kitsch I bought at a craft fair, a pop-up book featuring images of buddhist icons.
I also found myself making file folders for new clients. I've got several people who expressed interest in working with me, but haven't yet made definite plans. Just the act of making files with their name on them made me happy. I thought about them, wished them well no matter what they decide to do, and felt ripe with possibility for both them and me. Because in creating containers for new clients, the universe will send them to me. Could be the ones whose names grace the folder, could be others. Its the act of making room for them, of showing the universe that I'm serious in my intent, that creates the end result.
Today, as I waded through a gazillion junk messages in my inbox, I realized I could create some containers there, too. I am the worst when it comes to signing up for email lists, and my inbox reflects that. It is full of mail from hard-hitting internet marketers whose freebie I wanted once upon a time, but whose ongoing message I'm not interested in. And so instead of hitting the delete button repeatedly, I took the time to unsubscribe. There was a wee moment of panic, I will admit, when the thought occurred that perhaps I would not have any emails left. But then I reminded myself that cleared out the junk leaves room for the jewels. My inboxes are now containers for new energy–from clients, from editors, from agents, from friends.
And here's the deal. As I wrote in my journal about finishing up this organizational project the thought hit me: what will I do now? As in, what will I do, now that cleaning my office isn't hanging over my head? What will I do now, that I don't need to keep telling myself, I'll do that when I've organized my office? The answer is clear, of course. I'll commit myself fully and completely to my writing projects.
For a moment, I felt the fear in that.
And then I felt the glorious rush of liberation that creating a container for success brings.
What kind of containers for success are you creating?
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