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An Abundance of Gratitude

An Abundance of Gratitude

Abundance: a·bun·dance (noun); a very large quantity of something; the state or condition of having a copious quantity of something: plentifulness.
Gratitude: grat·i·tude (noun); The quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.

As we head into Thanksgiving week and look to the holiday season ahead, the words Abundance and Gratitude often come to mind. As we sit down at our Thanksgiving tables we reflect on all of the abundances we have and give thanks. However, when we are giving thanks for our abundance is it the adundance of our stuff we are grateful for? Most likely not. As we bow our heads we are giving thanks for our families and friends, our health, security, love, faith, etc. We acknowledge and give thanks for the abundance of the intangibles in our lives.

However, as professional organizers, we see an abundance of stuff on a daily basis and we work diligently to help our clients evaluate their relationship with their stuff so that they can move more toward plenty or even just enough, rather than an abundance.

Plenty: plen·ty (pronoun); A large or sufficient amount or quantity; more than enough
Enough: e·nough (determiner & pronoun); As much or as many as required or necessary

For when we shift to having awareness and gratitude for having an abundance of blessings (the intangible) and an awareness and gratitude for having plenty or even just enough stuff (the tangible) our ability to live simply and at peace increases greatly.

This simple shift of having Gratitude for properly placed Abundance, Plenty and Enough allows us to be open to others on a whole other plane and, more importantly gives us “a readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness to others.”     

It is an absolute joy and honor to be on this journey with you as together we further define these words and how they relate to our stuff. We are filled with GRATITUDE for you and the ability to help you Simplify Your Hive.

Happy Thanksgiving from our Hive to yours!

It’s Just a Bottle of Glue

I went back home to Denver to help my Mom and Dad de-clutter and prepare to put their house on the market. They were moving to Kansas City to be closer to my brother and I and our families. It was a long-awaited move. Having us and grandkids 500+ miles away had taken its’ toll and they were ready to change that. But after living in the same house for 32 years, the task at hand was monumental and emotional to say the least.

We spent days plowing through years of built up stuff that comes from raising children, the deaths of parents and grandparents, working hard and just plain living lives. As my Mom and I were in my childhood closet that had morphed into her “craft closet” through the years, I stumbled upon an old box of craft supplies. Some of the items in the box were so old that I recognized my own name sprawled in hot pink marker in my elementary school writing on the top portion of a bottle of glue. I thoughtlessly tossed it into the growing box of trash. My Mom, horrified, exclaimed that she wanted that bottle of glue!

What proceeded was an interchange that I am not proud of but that has taught me so much and that I pull from daily in working with Bee Organized clients. I impatiently exclaimed right back to Mom that “it’s just a bottle of glue!” and proceeded to tell her that it was over 25 years old, dried out and worth nothing and that I would buy her new glue when she gets to Kansas City. My Mom, tired and emotional, argued with me that I was being wasteful and that it was a perfectly good bottle of glue and that she was, in fact, taking it to Kansas City.

The argument pursued until my Dad came in and broke it up. I drove off in a fit of rage and called my brother to talk me off the ledge. I was mad that my Mom was insisting on keeping things that had no value. I was mad that there was so much stuff. I was just plain mad, tired and emotional.

After my poor brother got up to speed through my tears and drama, he calmly explained to me that it is way more than just “a bottle of glue.” Knowing that my Mom was so excited to soon be living in the same town as her grandchildren, that bottle of glue represented all of the future plans, adventures and crafting with her grandchildren that she was busy planning in her mind.

I had to sheepishly admit that my brother was right. He saw clearly what I couldn’t see in the midst of all of the “stuff.” I turned my car around, walked into my childhood home one last time, wrapped my arms around my Mom and apologized.

It’s just a bottle of glue…but it was my Mom’s bottle of glue and my Mom’s plans. We all attach emotions, memories, failures, guilt, joy and even plans to inanimate objects such as a bottle of glue.

May we all patiently find that balance of not keeping everything, finding the joys of de-cluttering but also honoring emotions, memories and dreams through our stuff…or, just a bottle of glue.