It's in our nature, the need to sweep out winter's dust and polish the windows. Boxes filled with linens, pillows, clothes and towels are stacked downstairs ready to be donated. The bottom of my garbage bin holds yard debris. On top, expired foodstuff. And on top of that, things -- many things -- that qualify as emotional debris and expired sentimentalstuff, long past their Use By date.
All tossed with a deep sense of relief and a dash of defiance. Nowadays there are higher standards for what I keep.
Without much sentiment I'm culling photos from Flickr and Facebook. Deleting emails. Ditching CDs, old software installation discs, unused candleholders and other unwanteds. Releasing what no longer serves and by that I mean, to a large degree, what (and who) hasn't felt good for some time. A simple barometer. There's something about this spring, this year . . . letting go and making room has never felt so good!
I don't know whether I'm moving forward and I certainly don't know what lies ahead, but I do know this: I'm facing forward. I'm looking in the right direction.
