Movin’ into my Groove
(or so I thought)
- Put together a shelf unit I bought on a FB Yard Sale two weeks ago, still only partially assembled, and plopped down exactly where I dropped it, in the middle of the hallway right in my way, every day. On that day, I also went three hours out of my way to buy a bicycle for $20 which I could not test drive because both tires were flat. (*Long story, kept short, you’re welcome!)
- Post previously-referenced bicycle on FB Yard Sale for $25, after I remove the rack that’s worth $20 all by itself (and after my sister so kindly fixed the flat tire).
- Unpack many particular previously-packed-in-Missouri boxes, brought to me from New Mexico by Tommy and Jody on their road trip to Wisconsin this summer. These boxes of mine I previously sent from Missouri to New Mexico (“THEY MUST GO!”) on a side trip to wait for me until I arrived in New Mexico while I took a side trip to Wisconsin, which turned into apparent-permanence.
I was expecting…(there’s that word that I dislike so much [and expect so much from… “expect”!)…art supplies, home décor, memorabilia…my Dad’s ashes…, you know, important, meaningful stuff.
Instead, after days (weeks, months) of anticipation, the partial, minute quantity of stuff that made its way back to me from New Mexico to Wisconsin was, I found,…OMG, clothes. Clothes from the Missouri-me, completely irrelevant to my life now, another supposedly brand-new story. I’m not even sure I can bring myself to go through them. I think maybe I should just shut my eyes and throw them away without further investigation.
All of the boxes.
Boxes of stuff.
All of it.
Why does that feel like a near-tragedy?
Shouldn’t I just maybe toss all of it?
What am I holding on to? What am I waiting for?
Burn the pallet in New Mexico?
Which = my life in Missouri which = my life before now?
Isn’t that the best way to a fresh start?
The only way?
Is that only three things on my list, really?
Two and a half days. No problem.