The more you practice, the easier letting go becomes …

It’s 11 p.m. “Moving Day Eve”, and I find myself taking a mini break/FitBit stroll for steps around my kitchen and living room listening to Anita Baker’s “You Belong to Me” — for no particular reason other than wanting to hear a slow groove.

With The Wendy Show on in the background, I was able to sift through every drawer and every nook in the master bathroom.

And much to my surprise, I had a ton of shyte that needed packing … or at least I thought.

Super old eye shadow. Perfumes I never wore. Costume jewelry that has since turned fun shades of blue-green. A hair product or two I knew I had no sense buying, because it would do absolutely nothing for my natural hair, but I just had to have it. A sticky plastic bag with matted bobby pins and worn hair ties.

The list goes on and on.

Without hesitation, I pulled a trash can close and began going through each and every item.

Is this good enough to make the trip with me?Β 

Does this item still serve a purpose in my life, or do I enjoy being the bag ladyΒ Erykah Badu sang about?

What took years — practically a decade — to collect was quickly discarded before the “Ask Wendy” segment came on.

(One sec. Switching to Sade’s “No Ordinary Love.” Classic.)

As I put the remaining items in what my mother calls “its proper place,” I started to think about life and the things I hold on to when I should’ve “thrown them away.”

How many items do we continue to hold on to in our lives that no longer serve a purpose?

How many relationships and bad decisions, that only lead to more bad decisions, do we make excuse after excuse for — when in all actuality, they’ve gone beyond their expiration date?

Why is letting go such a simple concept, but so hard to execute?

Truth be told, I’m a simple gal who probably doesn’t consume half the stuff I thought I needed to have. But what’s funny is that I held on to these non-essential items, because I thought the history I had with them would somehow translate into me being unable to live without them in the future.

… And that’s just not true.

I’ll be the first to admit that I struggle with learning when (and how) to let go at times. The thought of parting with pieces you think are a part of you is tough, but not impossible.

My trash can is full of old junk, and my cabinets and counter top are clean and clear. Now I wonder what other areas of my life I can free from clutter.

Who knew old toiletries could provide such a life lesson?

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