I didn’t want to cut it. I loved seeing the girls there. They were a group of girls with whom I had worked with years ago. We were all teachers together, and we had had the best of the best times together. But it was time to let it go. If I was going to make more room for my values, then pruning was inevitable. It hurt to prune this. I feared it would hurt feelings, that they wouldn’t understand. And in the end, they didn’t. I had tried to explain myself, what I was going through, how overwhelmed I was, but all they heard from my lips was, “I am pruning you.” I didn’t actually say these words because I wasn’t pruning them, I was pruning the twice a month get together. But no matter how I tried to comfort them and explain, unfortunately, they were hurt by my choice.
I finally came to the realization that the physical clutter of these things were making my mental state cluttered. I bent to my husband’s desires. It wasn’t easy. Let me tell you. There were some projects with great potential, but was I really going to put my time into them instead of where it matters?
I watched as he pulled my treasures from the garage and put them in a giveaway pile.
Goodbye wooden dresser that would have looked lovely painted a light shade of turquoise.
Goodbye you adorable shelf you. You may not look beautiful now painted all black and glossy, but I saw the potential in you. That is why I bought you. I had great plans for you. You would have been a soft shade of pink. I would have found a place for you…. somewhere.