My instinct is often to hold onto things from the past that I don’t need anymore. If I’m lucky, if they’re lucky, I will put them in a box in the back of my closet. I might look at them once more in my life.
If I put them away haphazardly, on a shelf, in plain view, they won’t last as long. I will quickly realize how superfluous they are. They will get in my way. I will become annoyed with the lack of order and the messiness. Papers without a use, outdated technology, memories I don’t really need to remember.
And so, the more I look, the more I realize what needs to be culled. If I let them hang around, I will want them to go.
And so, I listen and think and pay close attention to the words and events at the outer edges of my mind. And suddenly, I know I won’t miss them anymore.
I clean house.
I say goodbye.
I start fresh with so much more space for lovely things.
Onwards.
