I woke up today and could let go of these three special pink depression glass pieces. They are gorgeous, and belonged to a special aunt and uncle of mine. I never used them. But in that sentimentalist/packrat/hoarder mindset I had for so long, they brought me joy to possess. It is still not easy to part with them. I’ve learned though, how wonderful it feels to pass these things onto others who will take pleasure in owning them. I will not forget how much I loved Aunt Iris and Uncle Ted. And I’ll reinforce the feeling of freedom I’ve been experiencing from having less stuff to take care of.
I’m practicing letting go of something every day now. I’m strongest in the mornings. I look at it as an installment plan. A little progress every day.