I’m a bit late writing today. I’ve spent most of the day in our basement… continuing a deep purge and organizing effort that I began earlier this week.

Some things are really easy to get rid of. Some things are really easy to keep. But the last thing I opened tonight was a box of memories from all stages of life… infancy to college. Baby blankets and college awards. Homecoming Mums from Texas and artwork from elementary school. And suddenly I’m stuck.

It is SO HARD to get rid of things that I can’t use, and don’t necessarily want anymore… but the nostalgia is like a drug that I’m addicted to. And what if I get rid of “the thing” and forget? Or in 20 years, suddenly I want to find it for some reason?

Ugh.

My brain is mush… I’m physically tired too. So I know it is time to stop and rest and come back to it tomorrow.