Emotional Energy Drains- (wk6)

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This week is dedicated to ‘identifying and eliminating energy drains in our lives as a way to renew our enthusiasm for life.’ By getting rid of the things that are draining our energy, it is supposed to free us up to attract better things into our lives. [and It is for this exact reason I can’t have nice things]

The author differentiates typical energy drains, (i.e., clutter), and energy drains with emotional strings attached, (i.e., kids? Just kidding…sort of), such as old files, unfinished work that will never be finished, old clothes that will never be worn again, even if they fit!

To me, all energy drains register on the same scale, and they are ALL emotional, whether it be people, clutter, or unwanted commitments. Given enough room, they can all take their toll and drain one’s reserves faster than my kids spending money on the latest Xbox/Gamestop/Pokemon trends.

Who wouldn’t want to live in a clutter free, well organized home where looking for your car keys isn’t a daily event?

The stumbling blocks I have is in the attempt to clear the energy drains. You must have energy in order to begin clearing it. In this, I am already starting out from a negative place value. I’m not the best at math, but I do know when my bank account is in the negative, alarms start sounding.

I have tried so many get organized schemes that when my bookshelves started overflowing and then collecting in piles on the floor with organizational tomes, I knew I had to find a better way.

For a while I followed FlyLady, an online self-professed clutter-bug that cleaned up the chaos of her life and now helps others do the same. Sending out daily advice on the best ways to clean up your act, her words were filled with the wisdom of the ages, but when her daily 2-3 emails plus a weekly newsletter began to clutter up my virtual world, I had no choice but to delete her from my sacred inbox. (She has a great site that I do visit from time to time and is worth checking out)

Thinking maybe I needed a more esoteric approach. I tried Magical Housekeeping, (no joke), but when many of the rituals to clean up my act took place at midnight by the light of the full moon, that too, was banished to a cardboard box now located in the wastelands known as our garage. (another drain)

My family is best described as happy little moles burrowing deeper into the comforts of our cluttered dens. We are a bit too comfortable with our ‘stuff’ so that the mere mention of clearing ourselves of the unnecessary brings on chest tightness and heart palpitations. Once we sit down, that feeling immediately goes away.

Towards the end of last year, the world was abuzz with the latest in home clearing books. It was by a Japanese cleaning consultant, Marie Kondo, called The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.
Do the Japanese even have a need for a Japanese cleaning consultant? At the risk of stereotyping, I thought the Japanese mantra of ‘Less is More’ was an innate part of their DNA.
This book has helped countless people but I balk at the idea of failing one more time to clean up my act.

Sounding like a junkie that keeps backsliding, and not trying to make an excuse to keep my unkempt lifestyle– I am fairly certain I need more than one week to address this situation.

This week’s homework was to scan your environment for 5 energy drains. [Yes, you may laugh with me. Only 5?]

My list can be summed up in one line- My Life, which can be very draining at any given time.
But I will play along, here are the Fab 5.
1) Bedroom
2) Garage
3) Computer area
4) Closet(s)
5) Under sink areas
Next, schedule time to deal with them. (once my heart stops racing, I will pick one of my mornings off, either Tuesday, or Wednesday)

Then, Get support with this task. (ok, team-encourage me. Rah.)

Suggested, Break down tasks to do-able steps. (this would not motivate me more. It would just mean more work)

Finally, Build in a reward for all your hard work. (Go big or Go home, I say! Or maybe just a fru-fru coffee from Starbucks would be sufficient.)

On further introspection, I might just dust off a bookshelf and call it a day.

This is, after all, a marathon, not a sprint.

Thanks for joining me in this race we call life.