Kia ora, I have been cleaning out a cupboard in the spare room. There are piles of papers and various hard copies of articles I’ve saved over the years. Its time to cull them. I need the space.
Its a funny thing isn’t it how we can have this absolute knowledge that some things have to go – we reason it out – we are being invaded by paper, photographs, whatever – when we try and remember why we saved them, we can’t. It seemed a good idea at the time.
Why do we hoard things? What are we think we are saving? A memory? A moment? A time? People perhaps?
Do we think that if we don’t save something tangible eg some printed papers, we might lose that time? I have a friend who has a cupboard of shoes she knows (and says) she will never wear again. She has no rational reason not to throw them out except – she’s not ready.
So maybe that’s the test. We have to be ready. In the meantime we push away the piles of this and that – we can’t face getting rid of them right at this moment – but – one day…one day we’ll wake up and know this is the day. And all the time as we set about clearing a cupboard, some shelves, an old suitcase, we ask ourselves why we waited so long.
We know really. We had to wait until we were ready. Simple, really.
