Closing Doors and Grasping Less

Have you ever been at the end of a long haul

 

Maybe a relationship has ended but you keep seeing each other because it’s handy?
Or, perhaps worse… Habitual?

After the rise and fall of western civilization, or in our case, Holding Hope Sober Living Homes, we had some financial decisions to make; this meant some of the residents we displaced when we closed those doors ended up with an open door to our home. Big five bedroom house, kids gone, why not use some rental income to help offset some of the debt from the business closing? Some ideas, we found out the hard way, are merely grasping.

Sound idea on the surface but not so good in practice.

 We’ve likely mentioned in other posts that we have never lived alone. And we may have already posted songs of joy about living alone! (And if not, we certainly will!) The spiritual/emotional drain of having a house full of people became too much; in the first quarter of this year, we cleared everyone out. One of the discussion points during that time of facing fear of economic insecurity was this idea that our abundance is being curtailed by grasping after money, and that maybe, just maybe the Universe is withholding blessing until we get our house in order. Divesting ourselves of roommates, making a decision for peace and Spirit in our own home might actually be the smartest financial decision we could make. 

That at which we grasp slips more rapidly out of reach.

 

So we have some cleaning to do. We decided to move downstairs and basically “close” the upstairs. Our move in the direction of a smaller home, living only on the ground floor, will help us become accustomed to a smaller space, smoothing the transition to an RV. In each room is the standard work, holes need patching so we can touch up the paint, carpets need cleaning. As I go from room to room and complete these minor tasks, as I finish a room, I get to close the door.

What a beautiful thing a closed door can be.

 A choice to do anything is typically a choice to not do numerous others. Many of us are paralyzed by choice, not just because an abundance of choices can make difficult a decision, but also because a choice to move south means a choice to move neither north, nor east, nor west. The potential paralytic nature of closing all other doors tends to give us pause. In a way it’s the choice for one is a choice to close all other doors. We say, “Yay.” 

When all other doors are closed

 Our goal as we move towards the launch date of our travels is to minimize; as we empty our house and divest ourselves of a decade’s worth of baggage, both literal and spiritual, we hold only that which is most vital. And we’re taught to hold all of that loosely also. But we do so clearly aware of what is valued, moving in that direction, standing tall in our decisions, walking down a hall, closing doors behind us as we go.