Letting Go

BrockaHealth & Wellness, Mood Room1 Comment

Every time we go to the storage unit, the only objective is to grab what I can immediately drop off at donation. In the liquidation, the downsizing, and the admittance of usefulness comes a sadness; acknowledging this sadness comes despair. We can organize and utilize what we really want to keep later. Right now these items have spent a minimum of 3 years in this holding space; and in this holding space are also some of the oldest childhood memories and memorabilia.

What is the deciding factor for keeping it? How intense must the attachment be for us to never let it go? And if the memory or emotion is so intense, why is a thing even necessary? It’s what it represents, it’s the association provided most often…

I say this time I will scan all the pictures and eliminate the huge tupperware of photos and photo albums. I don’t want the weight to carry or sacrifice the space it takes up in my closet; especially when I can compartmentalize and downsize by digitizing them.

Truly though, most burdensome are the things we hold onto in anticipation of who we believe ourselves to be, not only our ideal selves but characters in the stories we have told about ourselves by our stuff. We all carry the one day in some little way. Women know this in the form of a dress for an occasion we never actually attend. E.g. the purchasing of ballet shoes and never going to class, the accumulation of arts and crafts products for all the things we want to build or create, the building up of a library while simultaneously losing time to get through all the books, or the houses purchased with large backyards for growing and cultivating, yet it grows weeds and you dread mowing it.

My papers, my poems, my writing: I wonder what it ask of me.

The ambitions which never become solid goals are the real things we hold onto which hold us back the most. We build an ideal up in our mind and we often fail to live up to this person.

At some point it has to be decided: Do it-Be it-Make it…or just, Let it go. This can be a greatest weight off our shoulders. And here we should not despair but feel jubilance. This freedom is the freedom from our own ego.

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  1. Debbie Horn

    I was raised a junker/gatherer, believing in one mans trash is another mans treasure . And I did accumulate and I still have too much junk that I am working on clearing out and letting go of. Because after living through several deaths of loved ones, and in experiencing the pure torture that the deceased’s loved ones have to deal with in going through junk, I have been tossing everything that I can to clear out my junk. If it is in storage and I haven’t needed it in the past year, I ask others if they want it, and if they say no , its gone to consignment or the trash. There are only two material items in my house that mean anything to me these days, one old milk pitcher that belonged to my great grandmother that goes to my daughter when I die, and my wedding ring that has been on my finger for 32 years. Both represent pure love, and THAT stuff is all that is worth keeping, IMHO. ✨?✨?✨❤️✨

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