Parting this place I called my home is bittersweet sorrow. I have spent the better part of a month emptying its closets, shelves, attic, garage and cabinets only to find that my deepest desire is to give much of what I have spent half of a lifetime acquiring and lugging along, away.
As I roamed through my house over these last months facing the burden of knowing I’d finally be downsizing this life from a family size down to the magic number one, it occurred to me, that I no longer needed 20 water glasses, 10 twin sheet sets, not to mention the amount of plates and silverware needed for entertaining 80 of my closest family and friends! The list of accumulation goes on. So, the truth is, I procrastinated. The truth is I might be entering into the years of my life when letting go of old junk is okay because you forgot it was there anyway. The truth is that I mourned the pretense of an old life. And now, faced with dragging it all with me, I became remorseful, until the day I was reminded of the importance of letting go. And so, I did.
Giving it Away, That's What Matters..
Giving has been a constant theme in my life. I'd always given more than I'd ever received and worked hard to limit and eliminate all expectations, no matter the promises made due to gratitude. I believe in giving, and the return isn't always immediate, today, or even tomorrow, it could be generations from now, as long as the right thing is done by me in this moment today. That is all that matters. And so my long goodbye has waned away slowly, and I have chosen to give rather than mourn anymore. It's like ending a good book and missing the characters in the story, it had to end somewhere because it was never real, or meant to read on forever. But you will never forget the bittersweet story in the pages of the book.