Out With the Old
A few of us bloggers are comparing notes on tossing out, cleaning up, zenning our spaces. Must be something to do with the configuration of the stars at the moment you'd think.
I've downsized quite a few times now so apart from books and movies I try not to clutter up too much.
I'm going through boxes of photos and documents and postcards and love notes and thank you letters and am becoming quite ruthless.
It's not an easy job. And quite sad too looking at now-dead faces or the once convivial lineups of family members now shunning me. Where once there was love, etc. And the portraits I took of them - should I toss in the recycling bin? I can barely stand to look at them as it is, for it's like a dagger piercing my heart. Why torture myself? Toss. Move on. They have.
I'm a tough old elder. I can do this.
Now that feels better...or does it?