Are you holding onto your past?
Take a lesson from me, and jettison the junk.
I spent a good chunk of yesterday cleaning out the “toy closet.”
I haven’t had children at home for years.
Deep sigh …
followed by a leap for joy!
(Don’t judge, I am happy to have healthy, thriving, gainfully employed boys who’ve grown into men.)
I’m reclaiming all the real estate in my house previously dedicated to storing their paraphernalia.
I will no longer keep art projects from grade school,
football cleats from high school or dental models of lost retainers.
Yesterday, I cleared the last bastion of their territory … the toy closet.
Toys spanning the decades spilled out to be sorted and bagged up
in preparation of their move to someone else’s home.
Candyland, all the chess boards and the Monopoly game … out.
Beanie Babies, action figures and matchbox cars … out.
Glitter pens, coloring books and the potholder loom … out.
Puzzles, sidewalk chalk and the abacus no one ever knew how to use … out!