You see trash bags full of toys fully being let go. You know it’s time. Many would say it’s past time. It almost makes you sadder though, that they held on so long to those childhood relics only to release them in the end. The way we all have to release things to make room.
Room is being made for new things, for space to grow. And honestly, when was they last time those toys were played with?
You’re proud they’re letting go. You know it’s hard for them and that makes it hard for you. But you let them. You let them purge what no longer serves, what has become clutter, what has held them back. Their room is still theirs. It is still, somehow cluttered. Even after 4 trash bags.
This room is well loved, this life is well loved. It will always be full. It’s less of a losing and more of a transforming. Becoming. Not totally new. Not everything goes. There is a truth about a person that stays solid through all the shifts and all the growing and all the changes.
I laser focus my heart on that knowing. I keep my grip loose on the rest.
