Letting Go of the Past
For three years, I held on to a TV/VCR combo that didn’t work. This was not just any TV/VCR, it was the one my mother gave me for Christmas my sophomore year in high school. So I held on to it for sentimental reasons. Today, I finally took it downstairs and put it in the trash. Not the easiest thing in the world, but I felt the time was right. I’d been inching it out of my apartment for over a year. So patting myself on the back. I can be such a packrat sometimes. Heck, I have bank statements from college. I know, I know, I need to shred and throw them out and over the next year, I anticipate that I will — primarily because I’m determined to move somewhere. So I’ve got to lighten the load. Plus God forbid something should happen to me. I would hate to be the person who would have to go through my stuff. Yeah, it’s organized and in files, but do I really need to hold on to pay stubs from high school? So the purging must begin. Here’s hoping I’ll have the courage to get rid of all the unnecessary crap crowding my apartment.