The Lightness of Letting Go
This year is new. I’m allowing it to be a rebirth of sorts as I try to shift my thoughts to a more meaningful and mindful existence. Part of this involves trying to go through each room of my home and asking myself about the importance of the objects there.
Yesterday I turned my focus to my living room. It’s our library, our movie theatre, our game room, & our winter greenhouse. I’ve spent a lot of time on my couch staring at my bookshelves, both longingly and with a sense of questioning at the necessity of owning that many books. I like reading, but lately my books are neglected as I find it hard to make time to enjoy them. I have way more than I have time to read and I'm not likely to reread many of them. What’s the point of having them then?
I am moving past the point of having things just for the
sake of having them. I want to instead surround myself with meaningful objects, thus helping my kids understand that material possessions to do not make us who we are. That they are in fact, just things. I love my children with everything that I am, but do I need every picture we have ever taken of them on the wall? Probably not. Why not instead leave only those that evoke fond memories of moments past or those that represent us as we are today?
The past is becoming the poppy fields in The Wizard of Oz. It may be beautiful, but it’s also so easy to get stuck dreaming of time gone by that you forget what really matters. You stand still instead of moving forward. Instead of focusing on the endless possibilities of the road ahead.
So, for today, we are purging as many books as we can. We are keeping what we will read or reread and giving the remainder to friends, teachers, and the library. There they will find someone new to love them. I still have a ways to go, but it feels good to let go. It feels lighter and like it needed to happen a long time ago. I’m excited to see what this year will bring. I feel like it’s going to teach me a lot.