I am on a roll...
Today I purged some clutter from my life, including
half a box of old pictures, including shots of random landscapes I have seen over the last 20 years, pictures too dark to tell who is in them, pictures of people I no longer recognize, and double prints of every animal in the Atlanta Zoo in 1993
the clear plastic swans off my first wedding cake
newspapers I saved from 1996 for no apparent reason
manuals and directions in Chinese and Spanish for appliances I no longer own
a set of keys for my 1983 Ford Escort that I sold in 1989
two plaid scarves I haven't worn since 1988
2 obituaries of people I barely knew
a Weird Al Yankovic cassette tape
a piece of wood (??)
a pack of stained, water-damaged envelopes
Hershey Kisses wrappers a boyfriend in college gave me
and an album full of pictures of my parakeets when I was 14.
Well. I feel lighter!
Tonight I am going through a stack of letters. Most of them are from old boyfriends, some from my first husband, some from my parents and others from friends and foes. All of them were read and re-read and saved and lugged around from home to home over the past 20 years. I don't think any of the letters date from more recent than 1990. No doubt most of them are going bye-bye; I may save a few from my parents or my kids' father (for them, maybe, or maybe not, since they are boys and couldn't care less about that kind of thing). I also have about 8 full cassette tapes of "voice letters" from my first love, who I was going to marry but didn't; I was thinking about giving them one last play before ditching them, but you know, I really have no desire to at all. I have zero emotional attachment to them anymore. Might seem like no big deal, but listen. I carefully packaged and stored and saved and moved this stuff all over the country for two decades because I was *emotionally attached* to it. I could not imagine letting any of it go. In fact most of this stuff (except the pictures and manuals) was in a box marked "So Dear To My Heart" and was the last, very last box of emotional *stuff* to sort. It was supposed to be the hardest box, the one I would languish and cry over as I sorted it (and put it all back away to re-sort some other day) but it's not. Something dramatic has shifted in the last few years... or maybe more recently. It is not the least bit hard to let any of this stuff go now. It is freeing, fun, wonderful! It makes me wonder why I lugged it all around for so long!
Oh, and I found a great new home for my Schefflera plant today! I wrote about it a few months ago; my son gave me this plant when he was little and it was a few inches tall; now he is 16 and it is a monster. I really didn't want to keep it anymore, because it is toxic to dogs and I got tired of trying to move it around and remember to water it, but I had an emotional attachment to it until very recently. But you know, it is just a plant! I am so over it. So today I took a picture of it and donated it to a new local greenhouse. The kind man who took it was very pleased to have it and will propagate more Schefflera plants from it. Another happy ending!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend :)
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