It’s probably the uncertainty and ‘what ifs’ of the past few weeks/months (or it could just be age related) that has had me tidying up – going through things – making decisions – wondering why we need it – occasionally wondering do we ‘really’ need it.
Like thinking about this memory of a long ago Mother’s Day from a son now in his 50s with children of his own who are old enough to have children of their own! Something precious I chose to keep because it makes me smile – it’ll be there for him when I’ve gone.
Or a reminder of a past career, working in a structured environment I was comfortable with. A ‘position’ in the company, knowing what I was doing and why it needed to be done. I desperately missed that contact with the public, knowledgeable colleagues plus patients when The Golfer accepted a position interstate and I had to leave. To begin with It was difficult to establish myself in a new city/state so at that time looking at this id tag reminded me I ‘was’ capable, I did know how to do things, even though it was proving difficult for me (at over 50) to reassure employers just that.
Perhaps I should toss it – there’s no need to remind myself of past achievements. I definitely know who I am and where I’ve been!
Then there’s this certificate originally kept to remember that it wasn’t all gloom and doom, that I did have some fun in Adelaide. Looking for something different to amuse myself I discovered Clogging – a mix of tap and line dancing which I was familiar with; also square dancing and Irish step. Such fun! Unfortunately when we returned to Melbourne there were no classes here in the east so it dropped out of my life.
There’s a whole box of these ‘memories’ in the middle bedroom, maybe another afternoon digging deep with a view to relinquishing is in order. Lol that sounds good doesn’t it. Better than going through looking for things to toss!
Whatever – It’ll keep my mind off the danger that lurks beyond the front door 😊