I watch so many TV shows that scream at people to “purge” stuff from their life. For the most part this makes sense–of course it makes more sense when the things that need to be purged are useless receipts or plastic bags and these things are taking up room in the trailer. However, for a lot of people this isn’t so easy.
I admit it. I tend to hang onto things far longer than I should. I don’t have a hording problem, but in some cases I have a letting go problem. You know that character on television who says, I might need that in the future. I think I am that guy, at least to some degree.
Today, after cleaning up a little, I decided to get rid of some things. Most of it was not sentimental, but some of it was.
My backpack that I had for more than 20 years–I used to tell my students that it was older than they were. It was torn in the bottom, but has survived better than any other backpack that I have ever owned. I had a chance about 8 years ago to pick up an identical model, but didn’t. I certainly regret it now.
A T-shirt that I have had since university. Yes it still fit, but I caught it on a nail, or hook, or some protruding piece of metal walking into the hardware store a few years ago. I haven’t worn it, but couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. I helped design it, so felt some stronger connection to it. The fact that the only holes it had were actually not due to wear is pretty phenomenal.
So, where am I going with this? How does it relate to the perfect moment? Today’s perfect moment is the one where I realize that I can part with things. I can remember things without needing the things to prompt me. I am growing and I need some space.
The task is far from complete, but at least it has started. I have an old pair of skis if anyone is interested in making a Muskoka chair. (maybe some of you call them Adirondack chairs)