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letting go.

April 12, 2015

I mentioned I have a problem letting go of things.

The things I’ve been collecting started in a small bin back in, oh, maybe eighth grade or so. Before that they were probably scattered around my room until my mom made it very clear she would sneak into my room when I wasn’t home and confiscate all the clutter if I didn’t take care of it myself. Problem solved: shove it in a bin.

Maybe a couple years later I upgraded the bin to a larger size.

A couple years after that I started to organize things in the box into gallon-sized baggies, labeling things according to time frames in my life.

I’m going to try and keep writing as if this isn’t a little embarrassing for me to talk about. Actually, no, I’m going to just claim it and expound on these things further! For your entertainment, I am going to go down into my crawl space and grab said bin to share a few things with you.

Mission accomplished, and I’m completely out of breath. That can’t be a good sign.

Okay, here are some tidbits:

  • awards from various achievements growing up
  • handkerchiefs that kids signed at summer camp
    • “Hey Sam, you are the most mellow and hyper person I know. Email me.” -Cause that makes sense
    • “I’m a stud muffin” -Middle school boy talking about himself
    • “I like Pepsi. Yup.” -And I actually still remember this kid. Haha
  • photos from a road trip I went on with my bio dad through most of the western states as a kid… need I mention that in each location I had on the same army pants? Possible proof of me not changing my pants for eleven days. Wonderful.
  • a photo of my Daddy J and I at sophomore prom… every one thought he was my date because he has always looked so young (but it was so embarrassing at the time)
  • the collection of work I did as a playwright… because, yes, my best friend and I wrote multiple works and intended to be famous… we aren’t yet
  • every note passed in seventh grade with my name on it (and my name was Princess, by the way, with a crown over the “P” because that’s what my group of friends did… we named ourselves)
    • Diva to Princess: I know this is not how it is but to me this is how it seems. It SEEMS like you are spending more time talking in notes to Chris and Angel than me, and I’m your BFF. Cuz you always write 2 them and never 2 me anymore. (We obv got past this because she’s still my BFF.)
    • Angel to Princess: Waz up? Not much here. Are you lying to me about who you really like or are you lying to Diva? Because I really need to know.
      • Me to Angel: Oh, hey Angel! Would I ever lie to you? No, I do like the person I said I liked, and I also like your b.f. a little and if you weren’t going out with him I’d like him a little more but since you are dating him I’m just gonna have to stick with this other guy. (That wasn’t honest or anything.)
    • An award drawn by Diva for Princess: “A Look That Could Kill”. This award goes to Sam Heibel for the aforementioned.
    • Sorry, Diva, but I have to share one more from you because it makes me laugh out loud.
      • Diva to Princess: Ideas for note conversations: What bands/artists do you like? Fav. holiday? BFF? Food. How retarded school classes are. What are you going to do this weekend? What high school/college are you going to? Add other things you can think of. (I think you’ve about covered it, babe! Hahaha. Oh, gosh. I love you.)
  • Quotes I thought were inspiring for a time:
    • “Not all who wander are lost.”JR Tolkien
    • “Remember: Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.” Dale Cartregie (SP?)
    • “The miracle is this: the more we share, the more we have.” Leonard Niroy
    • “We are not what we know but what we are willing to learn.” Mary Catherine Bateson
    • “We are the people we have been waiting for and no one else is coming. If we’re willing to own the responsibility for our lives, we discover that no matter what others do or don’t do to us or for us, we’re still accountable to ourselves. We decide how to respond. We decide to continue toward our dreams.” Author?

The things found in this box are sweet to me, and they need a place for safe-keeping.

(For the sake of not making you read too much in one post, let’s divvy this into two posts. Click here for part 2.)

 

 

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