On that note, for the sake of moving forward in all areas of my life, I've been trying really hard to let go of some emotional and material baggage I've been carrying around the past few years. One load, being the weight of stars being crossed. The second load, being the material items from my old life, that I held onto. Once upon a time these possessions meant everything, and now the things mostly serve as bittersweet reminders of my past.
When the breakup first happened last year, I had gone up north within the first few months, I had no life plan, or direction at the time, so I packed up the things which I felt I needed to keep, such as our dining room table, my treadmill, our entertainment stand, clothes, photos, decor, ect, ect. Afterall, what if I went back? What if I had nothing forever? What if I couldn't get on my feet on my own? I just couldn't let go, so, I neatly packed all of my worldly possessions into a storage unit that would soon be gathering dust 15 000 kms away.
A year later, as I unpack boxes full of my long lost belongings, I'm realizing that none of these things were really important after all.
After 10 years, a home, two babies, and our home, the only things I have chosen to keep are as follows:
Buddha painting
Laying Buddha
Amy Mugs
Select clothing
Salt crystal lamp
Photo albums
Ninja Blender
Sex and the City DVD's
List of things I found, that could never fit inside boxes:
Strength
Freedom
Independance
Self-love
Happiness
Laughter
Dedication
Forgiveness
List of things I let go of (some, reluctantly at first):
Furniture
Money
Sleeping in
A year with my girls
The things I can't change
The things I can't have
Him
My Rogue
Expectations
Anger
It's so weird, the things we think we need, versus the things that actually serve us. I hope the thrift store, and the other, enjoys my belongings as much as I did, once upon a time.
xo
Steph
When the breakup first happened last year, I had gone up north within the first few months, I had no life plan, or direction at the time, so I packed up the things which I felt I needed to keep, such as our dining room table, my treadmill, our entertainment stand, clothes, photos, decor, ect, ect. Afterall, what if I went back? What if I had nothing forever? What if I couldn't get on my feet on my own? I just couldn't let go, so, I neatly packed all of my worldly possessions into a storage unit that would soon be gathering dust 15 000 kms away.
A year later, as I unpack boxes full of my long lost belongings, I'm realizing that none of these things were really important after all.
After 10 years, a home, two babies, and our home, the only things I have chosen to keep are as follows:
Buddha painting
Laying Buddha
Amy Mugs
Select clothing
Salt crystal lamp
Photo albums
Ninja Blender
Sex and the City DVD's
List of things I found, that could never fit inside boxes:
Strength
Freedom
Independance
Self-love
Happiness
Laughter
Dedication
Forgiveness
List of things I let go of (some, reluctantly at first):
Furniture
Money
Sleeping in
A year with my girls
The things I can't change
The things I can't have
Him
My Rogue
Expectations
Anger
It's so weird, the things we think we need, versus the things that actually serve us. I hope the thrift store, and the other, enjoys my belongings as much as I did, once upon a time.
xo
Steph
