Discoveries made while cleaning the garage

I cleaned the garage for the first time since we moved in almost 5 years ago. It was the dumping ground for things we didn’t want to deal with and all of our junk. We have never had a car in it, and often we put our lives and limbs at risk trying to get to anything. I made several interesting discoveries today.

• I found baby Jesus! Baby Jesus has been missing from one of my nativity sets for 6 years. The only time I think to look is when I go to put Him into the manager, and don’t really have the time to look. He was in a box of memorabilia.
• If, say, your drill has been MIA for over a year- on a lark look in your husband’s drill case. There is a good chance that is where he put it the last time he borrowed it.
• The people that sing the wonders of Crocs are liars! I have one pair that I wear for gardening, and this is the first time I have spent several hours in them. After about an hour, the sole of my left foot was killing me from all the bumps.  I do  wonder if this is due to the fact that my foot is really sensitive ever since the MRSA incident in January. When all was said and done, I had a blister on the top of my left foot. Now, I do have crazy narrow feet- but it wasn’t like I walked a marathon. I am now sporting a bright green band-aid.
• While the garage seemed insurmountable, the bulk of it is trash. My pile of broken down boxes and packing materials is HUGE. My minivan is full of donation stuff and I have a second donation pile started because I literally couldn’t fit another thing in it.

I can not believe that for so long we have chosen to do without the use of our garage due to a bunch of junk and trash. Yes, there are a couple of boxes of memorabilia that we need to go through and repack- but the trash far outweighs what we want to keep. I know that I am an emotional hoarder and have a thing for keeping boxes, but I was allowing that to control my life and keep me from using my garage. I have been letting junk hold me back and keep me from using my house to its full potential.

 

I wonder what else I am holding on to that is preventing me from meeting my full potential.