Deep cleaning

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I've been thinking lately about the things we hold on to. Some of these things fill our homes, some fill memories, some fill dreams. And I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom, channeling my inner Marie Kondo, picking up each book off the floor and asking myself if it still sparks joy thus determining its fate of the bookshelf or the box marked 'goodwill'. Most books are no brainers and go right back on the shelf. They hold too many memories to let go of. Some, I acknowledge that I will probably never read again but still remain on the shelf. A few I struggle to let go of. But I have to finally admit it is time to let go when I find a receipt from 2012 still stuck after the first chapter, having never finished the book.

And I wondered at the things I have trouble letting go of. And I wonder if a huge part of letting go has to do with how we look at ourselves and how we think of the future. Maybe its about dreams. Believing that we are the person to pick up that book and read it cover to cover. Pick up the toning balls and do some pilates. Have a big enough party to use the extra set of dishes. Perhaps its an unrealistic view of ourselves. Perhaps we deceive ourselves into believing we will at some point find the time. Or maybe its about the hope that we can become the people we dream of.

Then again. I haven't read the book in eight years. At what point do you decide its time to let go.

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