Dec 12, 2006 18:56
When moving, it seems like, for me anyways... when I pack, i never want to let go of anything. Like i always bring everything along, stuff i haven't used in forever. (completely disobeying the 1 year rule) But now that I am unpacking shit, i am like do i really wanna go through all this work again for things i don't use, don't want... or am just over?
My favorite pair of black heels: They are perfect. Perfect heel height, perfect with jeans, perfect perfect perfect! Except, the heel broke several months ago, and I keep saying i'll just take it to a shoe repair shop, but the honest truth is that won't actually happen. But yet I packed them up with the others and they are sitting in my bedroom (one slightly shorter then the other).
Maybe in life, there are things we can choose to carry around with us, that no longer serve us a purpose, no longer make up better people, or even just what makes me, me. Maybe it's time for some housekeeping.
Out with things that make me anything less then obliviously happy and content. (not that i actually comprehend the weight of these words).
Back to unpacking i suppose.
FYI: I just threw out my favorite shoes, as a reward for doing so... am i allowed to go buy another pair.. or two? ;)