Sentimental Value
The tough task begins of letting go of things that are, well, difficult to let go of. This is one of those things that has sentimental value. I can remember the when, the where, the how, and more importantly who I was with and I why I had to have it. It was ridiculously priced… But maybe not, because it was beautifully crafted. It brought me joy, and it still does, but it’s time to let it go.
Thank you, Magnolia Wreath. When I got to the top of the stairs, walked down the hall and turned that corner you were there to greet me. I looked at you every day and I smiled. Even when I was having a bad day, it might have been only seconds, but I smiled (perhaps not on the outside, but always on the inside).
I will remember you through photos, not just with a smile, but now with laughter, and with that a new memory I create. I now release you. Onto the next object of sentimental value.
With good intentions I want to take with me everything I own, but that’s not realistic. Sometimes, even after decluttering, one is left with a house that is too full, so learning how to let go of stuff becomes essential, even mandatory. – paerki