first post

I like the idea of doing a blog. I so often seem to have something I wish I could communicate to someone. I have only in the past year been into reading blogs. Certain people have a writing style I just really enjoy.

I just jump into things sometimes. So with this. It does have some feeling for me of jumping out of an airplane. If I were to think too much about it maybe I wouldn't do it. So just go for it.

I titled this breathing because I am thankful for the fact that I am alive. No matter what is going on in my life and how hard it seems to be sometimes, I can be thankful for the gift of my life. I think even being able to say that is a gift from God.

Why is my life, "a cluttered life"? Does that sound poetic? "A cluttered life," it sounds rather poetic to me. I am thinking of it in both a literal or outward sense and inward. If you were to come to my house you would see immediately the outward manifestations of stuff before you even enter the door. When I learn how to do the picture thing, maybe I'll post some pictures.

In recent months I have watched hours of HGTV, the shows about organizing and the ones about decorating. I am definitely at the need to organize point. After all that watching I know all about what people recommend for getting organized. I could tell other people how to do it. First you have to examine everything and ask yourself what are you keeping it for. And then get rid of stuff that you don't need. Then you start to put order into what you want to keep. Sounds good, eh? Time to quit watching about it and get to it.

So there is that. And then there is the internal clutter. I am not sure what I mean by that, but I suppose it might be about needing to be more intentional about the choices I make.