You know that one closet you have where you put everything you don't know what to do with?
That is where I have spent my weekend, cleaning out clutter I have been accumulating and dragging around for years. It is also the place where old Apple products go to die. I have an archive of every reading from undergrad through graduate school: Barthes - keep, Freud - for the love of god! Recycle! I also found a calender from 2005, "Nun's Having Fun". Yep, I can safely say I won't be needing that (and yes, Kate, your husband did give me that calender).
I used to be the kind of person that looked at something and thought, "I might need this one day." And then I would put it in this closet, "just in case", ultimately to be forgotten.
But lately, I think because I am cleaning out my family home that holds generations of stuff, I feel like I can let go of things with ease. I have a whole new perspective on, well... stuff! Figuratively and literally. This overwhelming task has actually become a gift in some ways. It is forcing me to trust my intuition, and to quickly let things go.
My Aunt recently told me when I was home last that when my grandmother died, and my mum was faced with my current situation, she sat there looking at all of her mothers things (which are now all in my mum's house... so you can imagine what I am up against) and said, "I will never do this to my children." Ha! Thanks Mum.
So, now here I am in my own home, reevaluating what is important in my life, in more ways than one. I'm really thinking about what I "need" and why I need it. I also feel like I am making space for something or someone amazing to come into my life. I am ready for that. I am really ready for that. Do you hear me universe?!
Like I have said before, loss is one of my biggest teachers in this life. And right now it is showing up in all forms. I am learning that my willingness to let go is proportionate to my ability to trust the universe and allow it to support and provide me with exactly what I need, when I need it.