What if the answer to every human problem we ever face is this?

Do your very best.

Could it really be that simple?

I believe so.

I’ve seen it happen time and time again.

In my own life and in others.

Success isn’t a rocket science.

And being successful at rocket science is the same as anything else.

Focus on the task at hand.

Do your very best.

Don’t give up.

If you just do those 3 things you’ll be amazed and the business results.

My last post I was begging the journey of simplifying our lives and bringing order and peace back into our home.

This has been a very enlightening experience for me and I have learned a few things about life during this process.

In the back of my mind I thought by keeping all of my loved ones things, that I was able to keep pieces of them.

In a way that’s true, but it’s a burden when you save everything that was theirs. Now I realize they didn’t expect me to hang on to everything, or anything, because things don’t matter only life matters and if it doesn’t bring you peace or comfort or joy then let it go. I was afraid it would mean I didn’t love them if I didn’t keep everything.

When I realized this, I knew how silly this sounded.

It’s been a few weeks now and the garage has been cleaned out, I’m pleased to say we are finally getting a washer/dryer installed! No more trips to the washateria!

The house is really clean now, I got rid of so much stuff and I really didn’t have to hard a time giving up stuff.

Now that the majority of things are gone from our past, we feel so much lighter, my husband is happier, and I can tell he’s not so burdened. We invested in a roomba vacuum cleaner, our dog, Bruce, thinks it’s his new home toy companion! It’s hilarious to watch, in fact I have to put him outside when it’s on or he won’t allow it to do its job!

I found the more stuff I get rid of, the more stuff I find I really don’t need and I want to get rid of more.

The “Less is More” equation. If I keep this up, soon my house will be bare haha! Just kidding!

Anyway, I hope this helps anyone who has struggled with clutter or hording .

Believe me, you really do feel a relief from the chaos and less anxiety also I’m not ashamed or self conscious about anyone stopping by anymore!

I still have some minor things left but they are being finished now.

Im able to concentrate on my arts and crafts now and I’ve got some

scathingly brilliant ideas!

Ta Ta for Now!

Relax. Breathe.

All is well, and all will be fine. Forgive yourself for the things that are out of your control. You are love, strength, a boundless life-force that has no fear in it, no doubt, no anger.

You are all and everything in between, a part of a never-ending creation.

Oh, how simple and

pure a child's breath is in the

emerging moments.

Character forms and

the belief that all of the

world is to be gained.

Not a second for

another soul, too caught up

in the storm of life.

Dismay takes its hold,

As you watch your children give

way to life's harsh winds.

Regrets form and a

time of reflection dawns 'til

the last breath of pain.

As sure as the sun,

I will be there for you.

Trust me, like the stars trust the sky

to hug them tightly in the vast and dark unknown.

As sure as the tide,

I will come home to you.

Kiss you, like the salt does the sand

to pull it in, little by little, to the deep blue.

As sure as the seasons,

I will change with you.

A chameleon to the colors of your soul,

the beautiful hues that surround you like a halo.

As sure as our love,

the sun will rise,

the stars will shine,

and the waves will ebb,

as sure as each breath,

our souls will blend

when our capsules wither and meet their ends.

Full-moons are always busy at the Dollar.

I been runnin’ the Silver Dollar Saloon for three years now. Every month it’s the same old story, and last Friday weren’t no different. Wanda, the only whore left in these parts, was doing her normal song and dance, trying to drum up business. Hell, everybody in town’s already had a taste of what she’s sellin’, and most of ‘em would rather spend their money on booze. The Gatney brothers were playing poker and Henry was bangin’ away on the piano in the corner.

I was pourin’ more beer than I wanted, but the whiskey drinkers didn’t show up until after sundown.

I had no more than got the lanterns lit, when Jose Ramirez and his boys came bustin’ through the batwings, bigger than life. The Gatney’s stopped their card game in mid-shuffle and Henry froze, his fingers floatin’ over the keys.

“I don’t want no trouble in here tonight,” I says, layin' old Betsy on the bar, with the business end pointed toward the roughnecks in sombreros.

“Who, us?” Jose laughed his donkey bray. “Drinks are on us tonight, senhor.”

He sauntered up to the bar and peeled three five dollar notes from a stack of at least thirty in his pocket. I knew right then, there was gonna be trouble. His crew were all strapped with bandaleros of ammunition and they were each packing a pair of six shooters at their hips.

I’m a businessman first, and where they mighta come up with the cash wasn’t none of my never-mind. I looked up and raised my voice. “Drinks are on Mr. Ramirez, fellas!”

Henry began playing again, and the Gatneys resumed their game of Texas draw. I started to pour shots for Jose and his crew, but he waved me off, and grabbed the bottle of corn-whiskey from me.

“This’ll do for a start.” He made his way to the table in the corner, and his boys followed him.

That was when I heard the doors squeak again, and the sharp intake of breath from Wanda was quickly followed by the sounds of scrambling as the Gatneys and Henry all made their way to an exit.

It was the sheriff.

I knew it was gonna be a long night, and something told me either the sawbones or the undertaker were gonna be busy tomorrow.

© 2019 dustygrein

#dustygrein #flashfiction

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I used to be scared and bend at every turn.

Now I look at the opportunity and see the lesson I learned.

Life has been shit at times and it knew how to drag me down.

I used to kick and scream, now I stand tall and straighten my crown.

I face my nightmares and blow them a kiss.

Every fucking day I remind myself... bitch, you got this.

Show her the moisture behind your foundation

___don’t hide the cracks for they are beautiful roads that lead to your heart.

Leave the stains of salted tears upon your cheeks

___those stains are your organic tattoo that tells your story

Let her breathe life into your veins

___no matter how exposed you are

Show her how broken you really are

___even broken stars still glisten in the night

Allow your darkness to drip from your lips

___into the kiss that will resuscitate your heart