The Weight of Things
Last week I was contemplating Holding On and Letting Go. If you missed that post, you can read it here.
The more I think about it, the more I realize what a huge topic this is and how much of an impact it has on our lives.
Sometimes what we hold on to takes physical form. Other times it takes the form of ideas, assumptions, and beliefs – nothing we can see or touch, but just as real.
And sometimes it’s both, physical and psychological. Can physical objects evoke emotions? What power can a red sweater hold? You’d be surprised.
The Story of A Red Sweater
I was cleaning out my closet. Not just organizing or changing seasons. Though I was doing those things, too. The task before me was this: Take everything out, and only put back in the things that 1. Fit me well and 2. Made me feel fabulous.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. It requires a lot of honesty and reflection, even a little courage.
Those Calvin Klein jeans that Lidia said made my ass look great? They’ll fit me again when I lose 10 pounds, I thought. I can zip them up now if I hold my breath. Gone!
That beautifully embroidered jacket that I bought on the shopping trip with my best friend Kathy, and have never worn? Gone!
Those expensive leather and oh-so-comfortable European mules? The very definition of frumpish! These days I only wore them to take the garbage to the curb. Gone!
Gone! Gone! Gone! The more I put in the donation box, the better I felt. Continue reading “A Red Sweater. A Music Box. And Mother’s China.”