I’m getting rid of all of my possessions. That sounds dramatic, but I have realized in the past few months that all of these objects are more of a burden than an enhancement to my life-even things I once considered my favourite, like my books. So piece by piece, box by box, I’m going to give these items one last time to shine before they go off to donation.
Yesterday I managed to put together two boxes. The first was filled with old gifts. A six foot stuffed toy snake that I got from my grandfather when I was a child. A bag full of scarves and mitts. A collection of unused journals (it seems that all my relatives ever got me for gifts). A large jewelry box that I got from my sister one christmas. This jewelry box was something that I wanted for a really long time. Now it is filled with old jewelry, gifts from past boyfriends. I almost kept the jewelry because I knew some of it was expensive. Part of me felt bad for giving away gifts; that’s part of why I’ve held on to them for so long. But whether they were gifts or not I don’t need these things. I am thankful for them, but they will serve a better purpose in somebody else’s hands.
The second box is full of all my books. Even my favourite ones. I’ve realized through travelling that it is much more practical to carry all my books on my kindle. I used to dream of having a library in my house one day. But what good are books sitting on the shelves of someone who has already read them? They belong in the hands of someone who hasn’t heard their story before.
It took me about two hours to put together these two boxes. I still have many, many more things to go through. But as I put these boxes into my vehicle to be taken away, I feel a small weight lifting from me. For a while I was dreading going through this process, but now I look forward to it.
Do you have any downsizing stories you would like to share? Does this story inspire you to rid yourself of the excess in your life? I’d love to know in the comments!
As my coffee cools
it leaves behind a set of rings
that record each time I took a sip
and how big a sip it was.
Between each ring
the white space in the cup
remembers my gaze
through the frosty window.
fall down—and up
but some, just float
because they cannot
which way to go.
Well it’s February 29th! And even with that extra day it feels like this month has flown by. I think the lack of days made it a bit harder for me to meet my goals for this month so I came up a little bit short. I am still pleased with myself though because at the halfway mark it was looking like I wasn’t even going to come close, but I buckled up and pulled through! So let’s have a look…
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The unfurling dimensions and colours of bismuth reflect the inner workings of my mind. You could look at it a thousand times and see a different stone every time. Whichever way you look at it there are certain layers or colours hidden; some are exposed while others are unseen. This chameleon of gemstones, how can one ever know what it is truly thinking?
WPC: State of Mind
I was watching the news yesterday and saw that Bruno Mars was accused of stealing “Uptown Funk“. At first this sparked my interest. But the song that followed the accusation, sounded little like “Uptown Funk” at all. There was a somewhat similar beat, and it did have the words “funk you up”, but by no means was “Uptown Funk” an outright copy of this song. The news anchor followed up by saying that the group who wrote “Funk You Up” claims their song is where Bruno Mars got their inspiration for Uptown Funk. Okay stop there. Inspiration? There is a HUGE difference between stealing and inspiration.Read More »
abstract (adj): existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence.
My take on abstract is destination. Many of us feel like we don’t know where we’re going in life. Our destination is an inconstant glimmer in our minds; we never really know what obstacles we will meet along the way, ones that will change our path forever. It is good to have an idea of what we want in our futures, but it is also good to be open to change. Rarely does anything go exactly as planned, but when we meet these obstacles with an open heart we may find something we never would have discovered otherwise.
I see myself as the seed of a dandelion, landing here and there for moments, considering settling in, until a gust of wind picks me up and carries me away to somewhere new. I haven’t found the perfect place to grow yet.
Travel Theme: Abstract
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