During my purge/minimizing I often shuffled my stuff around to get it unstuck in my mind as “a collection.”
My bookshelves, recently literally over-flowing, started having spaces.
And then the light broke through the wall of stuff and there it was.
An empty shelf.
The desire and temptation to fill that shelf was immense. I had put space at such a premium in my office that it seemed obscene to leave a whole shelf not serving a purpose.
So I gave it a purpose.
I intentionally left the shelf open so it could be a reminder of things to come.
Space. Clarity. Openness.
What would that shelf hold? A treasured object that has been lost in the noise? A new spot for my new interest in records?
That shelf became a symbol of my plan and journey.
Removing the clutter to get to a place I had room for something new to enter.
Sometimes you have to make your life like an empty shelf. When a space opens up, don’t rush to fill it.
Let the dust settle first.