My new mantra.
One that I’ve chanted as I sort through the basement. Where there is so much stuff, household stuff, just sitting there.
Stuff that I didn’t have the emotional strength and/or design perspective to deal with until now.
Just. In. Case.
But *news flash* there is no case. There is no reason for me to keep this stuff anymore.
The details are wrong. Not my details.
Grateful that relatives loved me enough to trust me with these details.
Aware of how it came to be that I felt the need keep the wrong details for so long.
But now, slowly, I’m letting go of the stuff.
My head and my heart agree that this stuff, these details that are wrong for me, need to move on to happy homes where they’ll be the right details for someone else.
A decision that’s been a long time in the coming.