I’m not one for crowds or extreme shopping but today kicked off a big bag clearance event, nonetheless.
I am one for stories- and art…and understanding things.
Because of that, and a memory with giant decorative skylights running the length of it, I find myself surrounded by little - and not so little - mountains of remembrances everywhere: ticket stubs, “thoughtstrings” (journal entries and random writings) bills I hope I’ve got on autopay and anything that resembles a card.
I’ve got magazines and stickers and lots of visual graphic art. There are programs from events, sermon notes and homework from various continuing ed.
I am treading a sea of souvenirs from the joys of simply living.
But after this month, I’ll have less of them.
I’ve already filled one trash bag today.
I’m making room for all new inventory.
I’m about to tackle the greeting cards. I’ve got all types- spanning several decades. If you’ve ever sent me a card, this is my official note to say “I’m sorry” and “I appreciate you so” as I feel, at the same time both guilt and freedom, in this act of letting go.
I’m sure I’ll keep a few, maybe take pictures and tell stories as I sift through all these things.
So I wanted to mention, if you’re watching this unfold: I’m not sad or wishing for days gone by.
In fact, it is rather quite the opposite.
I am grateful and walking in grace through the wide open fields of a happy life.