So it's been exactly six months now. Yeah, six months of having everything get back to normal. Signs of that strange, cohabitating year have steadily disappeared as life moves on. Barely a trace left... well, that is with the exception of one big thing:
The empty armoire.
I had completely forgotten that I'd painstakingly emptied one of my two bedroom armoires to make room for him back in June of '08. I see it every day and think nothing of it being completely bare inside, because I never think to open it. Until today. When I opened it, I was shocked at the emptiness that I saw. Felt a little like opening and peeking around my heart, actually.
So now I am in the process of filling it back up again, with all manner of things that I love... and only with things that I love. Each item that I put inside, I ask myself, "Do I truly love this?" And if the answer isn't a resounding "Yes!" then I toss it aside, to be given away to someone who can use or appreciate it.
It's a big project, and it might take me a day or two to finish, but it feels really good.
1 comment:
I have the same problem - an empty closet. It feels VERY strange to put anything in it.
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