Clutter steals our joy

Pennsylvania Fall foliage
Where are we going today?

 

Clutter steals our joy.

Clutter invisibly manifests itself into the fabric of our lives because we think being organized is the way to conquer clutter.

The reality is clutter comes from time pressure, obligations, and lack of purpose.

When we are stressed and metaphorically don’t know where we are going, we guess. Guessing is not an effective way to thrive.

 

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Clutter kills our spirit

Disney's ESPN Sports complex parking
Daylight when we arrived.

 

High School Football game at Walt Disney World
Five bucks to “get into Disney” last night.

 

Clutter kills our spirit.

This inspired me to up my game at downsizing the clutter in my life.

 

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Is Your Vision Compelling?

What If It Was?
What If It Was?

Clutter. It’s everywhere and impacts everyone. I was addressing some of my own last week.

And here is a voice memo I listened to as I was cleaning out files. Have also copied the December 19, 2009 post for another angle.

President Obama & Sobriety 12.19.09

Rarely watching TV, I was captivated the other night when Charlie Gibson was interviewing United States President, Barack Obama, on the ABC Evening News.

The one word that really made me put things into perspective, was a word the President Obama used to describe how the decision to send US troops to Afghanistan was different from other critical US policy decisions.

Sobriety.

President Obama spoke of a certain level of sobriety that was needed on that particular decision. He said it was the one decision that was different from all the others. I paraphrase here, to illustrate the magnitude:

“Bailing out the auto industry or the financial system is one thing. But picturing Arlington Cemetery, with a mother, sitting in the rain, in front of a tombstone…..”

(next blog)