When Doug and I moved into our new home recently, I used my packing time wisely. What I mean by that is that I purged a whole lot of things that no longer brought me joy. I'll admit that I still clung to a few things that shouda'/coulda'/woulda' been purged but...well...you know how it is. Sometimes you just feel like hanging on for a little longer. You know.
I was unpacking things in my craft space a couple of weeks ago, when I came across a little bottle filled with strips of paper from fortune cookies. On the front of that bottle was a small photograph of me from a time long ago - 20 years or so. I'd had an extra copy made (film days), trimmed around myself and then taped the cut-out to the front of the bottle.
I loved the way this little bottle looked - filled with possibilities for the future printed on strips of paper. It was unique and I always thought the photograph of me, cut out and taped on there, was kind of fun.
But here's the catch. That photo was taken during a not-so-happy time in my life and I knew that every time I saw it. So, when I was arranging things in my new craft room and set it on a shelf, I thought twice. For a split second the thought occurred to me that maybe this would be a good time to let it go...
I'll just put this right here for now...
Sheesh. I got the message!
It was the simplest of things, letting go of that unique cut-out photo of myself. As I swept it into the dustpan, I allowed myself to be just a little bit sad about that time long ago. And then -bam- gratitude for all those lessons learned quickly made its way to the forefront.
What a mess my life was back then.
I needed to pick up the pieces and move on.
What a mess that broken bottle made on my floor!
I was picking up pieces of glass for a week.