Past Gifts


I wouldn’t say my top two love languages* is gifts but I value a gift I get from another person. When we lived in a house, we had a fireplace which had a nice size mantel. On this mantel I kept all the things people gave from a different country. I also have received a few Willow Tree figurines throughout the years and I place them on the mantel. We moved about 5 months ago and our current location has no place for me to display these items. I downsize my books and movies which gave me a few free shelves where I put all these items. The downsize is the bookshelves are down in the basement and no one really has a reason to be down there. I was doing a lot of past reflection. One reason is because I am a stay at home mom now and I have a lot of time left with my own thoughts. Another is if I want to walk down a different path I need to mull over what certain items and people really meant. People come and go, it’s apart from life. Just like a year has four seasons, friendships have a season. This is a topic I want to elaborate more in a different blog. 

I will share that since I have been doing a lot of thinking about a lot of my broken relationships, I am now debating on getting rid of certain items. Years ago my husband wanted me to read “The Joy of Less, A Minimalist Living Guide: How to Declutter, Organize, and Simplify Your Life by Francine Jay. I tried to read it a few times, but I didn’t get into it. I wanted to change but my willpower wasn’t enough. I also hid behind the logic I needed to know why I kept everything. If I don’t discover the root, I will continue down the same path. Because of situations out of my control it forced me to get rid of stuff. We moved, and we downsized majorly in space and I wanted to show my husband I could get rid of things. Now in the grand scheme of things I got rid of a lot of stuff. It makes me sick to think about how many trash bags I had from the old place. I didn’t take the time to get rid of it properly so I threw it out. We got settled, and I unpack every box. Most everything has a place and we still have too much stuff. Sorry, I’m getting away from my original thought. 

How does someone who valued these items come to a place where they are ok with getting rid of it? It’s a physical reminder that friendship is no longer apart from your life. I know that there are many reasons a person could no longer be a part of your life. I listened to a message talking about having a funeral for relationships. Which got me thinking is it time to get rid of photo albums and these items I once held dear? As I already stated I have had too much time left alone, and I have been watching videos about minimalist. I really want to adapt to this lifestyle because I have 2.5 kids, a dog, and a husband. The journey of getting rid of stuff is another topic I want to write about so I’ll limit my comment in this post. I guess I can take the step and pack everything up. Then decide if I really want to get rid of it. If I didn’t unpack the boxes, I would have just kept everything in a box and waited until we got to a new location. I think it’s time to say goodbye and I think I need to go through my memory box. It may be time to downsize it and only keep certain things.

I don’t need four college ID’s, a boatload of cards, children artwork that aren’t my own children, and so much more.

If I really feel like I want to keep this as a memory I should just keep one. I guess I have processing to do and I think packing. 

Last though: I think I may have just came up with a DYI project. I wonder if I could take certain items like things that were written that I want to keep. I take the ones that mean something and put it in a frame. It could be a shadowbox or just a regular frame. Then these items are out for all to see and can be a visual reminder. It wouldn’t be locked away for my children to find later in life and thrown away. Then again, the frame may end up in the same place but at least I saw it.

*The Five Love LanguagebyGary Chapman 

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