My basement is my own personal museum.

On display, I have hopes and dreams.  In boxes, I hide unfinished projects.  And a lot of other crap.  Stuff that I have no idea how it even came into my house.  What was I thinking?

The basement is the final frontier on a journey to tame the "stuff" wilderness.  Closets, drawers, under beds, even the shelves in the garage have all been cleaned and preened.  

It has taken me a year to go through the entire house, and I can no longer avoid it.  

Today I wrote about Grabbing 2018 by the . . . horns and clearing out the basement is necessary for clearing out the foundation of what is keeping me stuck.  I can't explain it very well, but I'm working on the metaphor and relationship between having a messy basement and having a messy life foundation.

Stick with me . . . I will make sense of it all.

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I can't believe I didn't post yesteday.  It was a crazy day . . . my oldest spent New Year's Eve downtown Chicago, the littles wanted pizza and we watched the ball drop with a bit of bubbly.  

Even though my son wasn't with me, I still felt connected.  At midnight we exchanged texts and I thought of all the NYE's for 16 plus years--bittersweet.  I had a quiet moment and thought of all my loved ones that I couldn't be with.  

The day was a blur but that moment at midnight was crystal clear.

Today was incredibly busy.  Writing, organizing rooms, night stands, books, planners, so busy the kids and I forgot to eat lunch!  My oldest came home safetly on the train.  All is well.

Lessons Learned:

We need to slow down and make a plan otherwise we don't know where we are going.  I created space for habits to form leading to goals being met.  

When we have a really good map, bumps in the road won't matter.  I have a good map of 2018.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Being alone creates clarity.

A great first day to an amazing year.  Let's do this!