I, along with many others, have a habit of hanging on to possessions that are meaningless and unnecessary, in the grand scheme of life.
Circumstances over the years mean I have moved several times in as many years. Not that I am avoiding anyone, but house moves have happened. Every time I move I find myself packing the same possessions into boxes and taking them with me, books, ornaments, gadgets and clothes. All of which get unpacked in my new home, most never get looked at again until it comes time to pack them up for the next move.
How many hours have I spent wrapping and unwrapping, packing and unpacking said items.
What a waste of time, effort and money. The stuff I took with me when we moved to Spain. We lived in 3 properties while there… and then I brought them all back.
So, time has come to move again. A fresh start, a new man, a new life… so, what to do with the old possessions.
Well, each time I move I de-clutter, sometimes a little and sometimes a lot. But, I still have a sideboard full of stuff that was put in there a year ago and hasn’t seen the light of day since.
I am sure that, despite the fact that I still like some of my furniture a lot, it nudges subliminal memories of my now failed marriage, the scratches on the dining table a reminder that I used to be a dog owner, but no more … a consequence of my husband dalliances and the ultimate separation that followed.
So, this time it is mega-serious downsizing. I considered putting my furniture into storage. I don’t need any of it where I am going, and indeed none of it would fit in size or style. Maybe I should hang on to it… just in case.
NO! I am no longer a just in case type of girl. I am a positive, make the most of what the future holds. I have a back-up plan in my mind and it does not include hoarding furniture I will not have need of in the future.
And if I do, I will treat myself to some new old stuff, but I can cross that bridge if and when it becomes necessary. This is a new start, a chance to move my life into a new phase without dragging all the usual baggage along with me.
Today I made the phone call, arranged for a heart charity to come and collect my stuff (quite fitting considering I have my any pacemaker check tomorrow.) They will sell it and let me know how much my donation has raised for them. Do I feel sad at the thought of my possessions being removed in this way? Not a bit, in fact it is somehow cathartic. Part of the healing process. I am embracing the change, I am calm about the whole process of moving on. Never have I felt this sure of the unknown.
And so, once again, I am being responsible for my own happiness, I am making decisions that feel right and I have no regrets.
How long this positive woman will be inside me driving me on is unknown, but for now, I like her. She is feeling very much a driving force that I have been missing for so long. Yes, I like this new me. Long me she remain.
Quote for the day: Don’t be said that it’s over… be happy that it happened!