I was cleaning my house today, & was thinking about all the things I’ve gotten rid of…all the things I could get rid of… and all the things I should probably hang into.
And then, tonight, I had a thought.
Whose memories am I holding onto?
I’ve accumulated a lot of stuff over the years. Kid’s stuff, my stuff, ex’s stuff, shared stuff.
And I know that some of the things that I have in my life, belong partly to other people.
At least, the memories connected to them do.
A giant, oriental fan that hangs in my living room, was a gift from my ex-husband while we were dating. I still love the picture on it, but it’s time for it to go. I’ve got to cut the cuttable ties that still bind me to that past. My son has some keepsakes, an old family portrait, a couple of knick knacks… I don’t need to hold onto things from his father for him.
And I do need to clear away the detritus of the memories. Leftover crumbs from a broken relationship are not something I need hanging around the house.
If I’m ever going to forge ahead with a life outside of the broken past, I have to clear away the rubble, first.
So, tomorrow, I begin.