Clutter

If you know me, then this will not come as a surprise.

I tend to HOLD on to things (tightly).

However, there have been some moments of my life that I have managed to go through the boxes, cupboards, closets and the purses to "de-clutter", to rid myself of unnecessary things and in many moments of my life I have even managed to de-clutter my friends, and the memories of my previous life.

To simply get rid of something that has no current useful value has been easy for me to do yet heart stopping as well. Now - it may take years for me to this for some reason or another but there are days when the "de-clutterization of Gina" could be a doctrine both in the physical sense and the emotional sense.

I am sure it comes easier at times then others, and I am sure my crazy childhood can account for some of the reasons I hold on as long as I can to things and yet in an instant I can find it easy to let it go.

Then one day - you come across a corner of a photo of a person that had been long put in the clutter pile many years ago. Immediately intrigued by the years that have passed you pull the corner of the photo, and like pulling a thread - it all comes spinning back. An overwhelming amount of memories, friends, moments, photos, songs, smiles, tears, and laughs.

With trepidation you embrace the moments and share the time. Like being transported back to a life that previously was and a life that no longer exists.

My clutter seems to obviously define me or has helped define me. I am so thankful that I can see that more clearly today which is why I hold on to it so tightly. I am thankful for all the clutter that made me who I am today.

I get it now - I really get it!

Signing off for now - I am taking two large bags of cloths that I have (Size 0-4) to the Goodwill. Those days are gone!

It's okay to be a 6!