Do you ever feel like you’re carrying so much junk around that you no longer have space to just be? Perhaps you’ve even forgotten – assuming you ever knew – who you truly are; what your goals, priorities, dreams and desires are because of the extra weight you’ve been carrying around.
Or perhaps you’ve reached the point where junk and self are no longer distinguishable – it’s tangled with your identity.
Before proceeding with my rhetoric, I believe it is worth to properly define the word junk. And I apologize in advance, but you’ll be reading that word over and over, intentionally, in the following paragraphs. Hopefully you’ll be so sick of it that it will precipitate an uncluttering episode in your life. A girl can only hope. So, junk:
Can you identify a common theme? Hint: NOT WORTHY. Unless you’re seeing it from the Black Eyed Peas perspective – What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk, inside your trunk? – in which case it seems like junk is a good thing (?); whether it’s a noun, verb or adjective, junk is simply best buried in a landfill, burned in an incinerator or made anew in a recycling center.
But truth be told, we often carry our private waste either as a badge of honor or as an imprisoning chain. We may be totally oblivious to the adverse effects of our junk and come to think of it as a regular or even positive attribute or we might be aware of its deleterious effects, and yet be incapable of doing anything about it.
This applies to our food choices, our (lack of) exercise habits, our household products, our beauty products, our careers, our relationships, our health, our thoughts, our feelings, our behaviors, our judgements, our prejudices, our attitudes, our actions.
My goal is to walk you through the latest scientific research, case study, anecdote and/or street wisdom that can help you discern junk from treasure. If you are among the lucky few with no need to haul excess baggage through this borrowed time on earth, then by all means this blog may not add value to your online adventures.
If, on the other hand, you feel like I’m preaching to choir, please do stick around and we may learn a thing or two about liberating ourselves from that which no longer serve us.