Sometimes life is hard. And messy. And full of ack that frakking sprays all over the place.
Being covered in ack spray is pretty craptastic.
And maybe you didn’t shake it off quite as well as you thought you did. So the hard stuff starts to pile up. There it is hanging out in your head, in your heart, in your relationships, in your life.
And it’s seriously starting to clutter stuff up.
It doesn’t even have to be great-big-huge hard. It could be small-but–crazy-annoying hard. Or well-it’s-not-horrific-but-it-still-sucks hard.
It doesn’t really matter where the hard falls on the suck spectrum. It’s there. And it’s piling up.
This leaves you with a heaping pile of clutter.
Soul clutter.
Dirty socks. Ew.
When you don’t clean your house, it gets messy.
Dirty socks on the floor.
A mountain of dishes in the sink.
Piles of chocolate wrappers in the corners of every room.
Pretty soon you can’t see the floor. Or the coffee table. Or the dog. Because they’re all covered with crap.
The same thing happens to your inner bits too.
Yesterday’s hard piles up on top of the day before yesterday’s hard. Which was already sitting on last week’s ack. Which was resting on the ack from last year, and that one really bad job interview in 2001 and the ohmygod-I-was-so-embarrassed-I-could-have-died thing from third grade.
Ack on top of ack on top of ack.
If your soul had a couch…
All of this stuff is hanging out in your life. Taking up space. Covering up your awesome. Crashing on your soul’s couch. (If your soul had a couch. Which it totally doesn’t. But work with me here, ok?)
And pretty soon you don’t recognize yourself or your life. Because it’s all covered in ack.
The piles of inner stuff cover up who you are. They start to obscure your bigness. Your awesomeness. Your fabulosity.
They pile up on top of your potential, and make you feel like your life is meant to be small. (It’s not.)
All of this clutter takes up space where you’re supposed to be supremely rocking out. Being your fabulous self. Doing your thing. Surrounded by gorgeousness.
And when these piles of soul-cluttering ack cover your awesome for long enough, you forget how awesome you really are. At best, you feel small and insignificant and utterly unawesome. At worst, you’re miserable and scared and absolutely, sucktastically stuck.
Stuck and struggle feel like the norm, because they’ve become the norm. You stop trying because you’re tired and completely acked out.
And if things seriously suck, maybe you’ve even stopped hoping that things will ever be any different. Which is the scariest and most craptastic place of all.
Even though you know that life wasn’t always like this. I mean, you didn’t always feel this bad. But happier days, when you knew you really rocked, are – you guessed it – covered in clutter and pretty much hidden from sight.
The antidote for ack
So when you’re buried under ick and ack, and totally surrounded by inner clutter, what do you do? How do you get back to a good place that you don’t even really remember?
Sacred sound.
Sacred sound swaggers up to these piles of ack – yeah, swaggers – and starts removing one clutter-ey bit after another. Like clutter clearing for the soul.
All the I-could-never-do-thats and the I’m-not-good-enoughs? Gone.
Along with the I-don’t-deserve-its and the I’m-nobody-specials. Also gone.
And the my-mom/dad/ex/coach-told-me-I’d-never-amount-to-anything rap? Gone too.
The hurt-that’s-hurt-for-so-long-it’ll-hurt-forever hurt? Gone. Gone. And gone.
Hey gorgeous!
With sacred sound the piles of ack are gently and totally taken apart. And bagged up. And tossed out.
The space that used to be filled with ack and ick becomes clutter free. So you have room to rock out. And do your thing. And fill up with exactly the kind of awesome you want.
The floor of your soul is vacuumed and shined up all pretty-like. (If your soul had a floor. Which it totally doesn’t. But, well, you know. Work with me.)
But, best of all, after you hang out with sacred sound you can see your gorgeousness again. You get how amazing you are, and how your life can totally be delicious.
Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!
Because sacred sound takes away all the so-not-you stuff so that all you’re left with is you in all of your pure, unadulterated fabulousness.
Which totally turns up the volume on your ability to rock the awesome. Which means that it becomes about a billion times easier for you to shine like the friggin’ sun.
Ok, that calls for a woot! and some chocolate.
Plus when you declutter the inside, the outside changes too.
The way your life looks day to day. What you’re able to do. What shows up in your world. The relationships you have with other people.
You change. Life changes. Everything changes.
For the better. For good.
Because thankfully sacred sound remembers who you are, even when you forget. And it takes you back there every single time.
Another pass-the-chocolate moment?
Yeah, I thought so.