Cleaning House inside and outside (C) 2018 (ruff edit)

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..tired of living like this.
Holding on to things that I don't need anymore. It's like what the Bible says in Corinthians 13: 11.

I'm not sure which came first. My trash making me feel bad;
or
feeling so bad that I trashed out my area.

Used to say, "I'm mentally ill that's why." -and the trash inside/outside myself got worse. Of course, the other excuses came, "I don't feel like it now." "It's not that bad."

Got so much in my floor it's blocking my path. I can't do this anymore. My thoughts that do me good are blocked.

Put that stuff that came from ex girlfriends, and other things that have good or bad emotions attached, in a room I never go in.

Following the fear is the chances not taken.

I keep things saying I might need this one day. That one day became months, months became years.

Therefore, it's important to remove bad things to make room for good things.

It only takes about twenty minutes a day to clean my outside to make my inside better. My mind, my life improves little by little. It is a Spiritual Maintenance.

Indeed it's scary to do new things. The path is easier to travel without obstructions in the way.
Corinthians 13:11

11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

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