I have a tiny problem.
You see, it's a problem that I've been trying to put off dealing with since...well, since months ago.
I have a problem with cleaning out my closet.
In my closet, there's a shelf where I keep a bag brimming with random things that remind me of certain memories.
A card I sent to my dad for his birthday when he was in Europe in 1997. My Southridge prom invitation. My Starbucks planner filled with pictures, notes, and other things that my ex boyfriend and I did together. Palanca letters from high school retreats. Stampitas from my First Communion.
The list goes on and on...and on.
A question suddenly comes to mind.
How do you get rid of these things?
Do you just throw it in the trash? Do you burn it? Do you bury in the earth?
I feel like I'm violating an unsaid rule-- as if I'm discarding pieces of my life.
Don't get me wrong. I don't think it's trash at all. I just don't know where to put it all. And I keep thinking, what if I'm already 40? Would I be still doing the same thing? Keeping memories like this? How big of a closet do I need?
I know I can't keep these things forever. I'll be moving out of the house, traveling...just really too busy to even remember that I had a closet filled with my past.
So tell me, has this ever crossed your mind?
(I wish my brain worked like a hard drive)
You see, it's a problem that I've been trying to put off dealing with since...well, since months ago.
I have a problem with cleaning out my closet.
In my closet, there's a shelf where I keep a bag brimming with random things that remind me of certain memories.
A card I sent to my dad for his birthday when he was in Europe in 1997. My Southridge prom invitation. My Starbucks planner filled with pictures, notes, and other things that my ex boyfriend and I did together. Palanca letters from high school retreats. Stampitas from my First Communion.
The list goes on and on...and on.
A question suddenly comes to mind.
How do you get rid of these things?
Do you just throw it in the trash? Do you burn it? Do you bury in the earth?
I feel like I'm violating an unsaid rule-- as if I'm discarding pieces of my life.
Don't get me wrong. I don't think it's trash at all. I just don't know where to put it all. And I keep thinking, what if I'm already 40? Would I be still doing the same thing? Keeping memories like this? How big of a closet do I need?
I know I can't keep these things forever. I'll be moving out of the house, traveling...just really too busy to even remember that I had a closet filled with my past.
So tell me, has this ever crossed your mind?
(I wish my brain worked like a hard drive)
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