She wanted to keep every word. Her heart anchored, the flame licking old paper. There just wasn’t enough room in her chest anymore.
Today I sorted through all my stored boxes to get ready for the big move. I read over old letters and looked at photos I hadn’t seen in ages. I reminisced and laughed and felt sad all at once. And I got rid of most of it. Things that I thought I would keep forever, or thought would mean more to me now, I just threw away. I simply can’t take it all. And some things I just had to let go. It was a really emotionally draining day, but it’s done. I’ve officially packed my life into five containers.
I feel lighter than I have in weeks.