I decided I needed to lighten my load. I have boxes everywhere,the shed,the attic,my room,the utility room.I needed to get rid of “junk”. I giggle as I write this. “Excuse me,none of my stuff is junk”,is the last sentence i said to my daughter Cheyenne.She has been going through her stuff for months.She approached me and asked me to start mine. I said the above and I heard a manic laugh as she went down the steps.
Figured I would start with my bedroom,I knew the other areas are going to prove difficult. So the first box was concert stuff..HELL YEAH! Now that’s what im talking about. I perk up and start looking at ticket stubs,pictures,seat number covers,guitar picks I caught at the Global Warming tour,Steven Tyler’s harmonica,and then I see in the box a red sock and a pair of light blue panties?? What?? Now I have gotten a little eehh,impaired at concerts.
But never to the point,I’m undressing. I sat there,and looked at pics from concerts.I’m so confused,why are they in this box? I tried and tried and could not figure it out. So in the trash went these items.
Pull out the next box,books of favorite musicians. And copy books of poetry, those little cards you get when someone sends you flowers.They all got thrown out, Love letters..Oh these I will have to wait and go through,it will take days,so I put everything I’m not sure of in a big container. The boxes are getting smaller,trash bags fuller. Why do we save things? A diet Pepsi box that I wrote a note on,and my youngest wrote “I lobveee you mommeee” at about 4. A ripped to shreds T-shirt ,(aerosmith). Still thinking about the sock,I recalled the 9 lives tour,and did wear red socks..
I have collars from pets that have passed,hats from friends and loved ones that have passed,why am I carting all this around? I will always have them in my heart.So that box went. My closet is very clean now,so when I hit the attic ( God help me) I should be able to get rid of all those napkins I saved,with poetry I wrote on them,I have the poetry printed nice. 199 roles of unprinted film..yikes! Half of railroad tracks from a train set,we no longer have,3 broken dvd players, two foot soakers I can’t use. I think we hold onto stuff,because we still have some control.But I’m tired of living in the past.It’s time to let the ghosts go,and let in the new .
As each box goes, here’s to breaking down the walls.
And building my new life. First thing i’m putting in my new memory box?
A letter to myself congratulating on growing up and who i have become.All i have accomplished and hope to still do. I also know so much of Layla will be put away,her first everything.
I will never regret ,because it leads to lessons learned,love felt and memories made.But it is so time for new ones.
Hope to see you soon
Lots of love