Letting Go: The continuing saga

Slowly, slowly, I am getting through this 20 years of storage and filing in my study. For every step forward, it feels like there is one back as the piles tend to multiply and gather on their own. Yesterday was a rainy day and a good day to stay in and file. Unusually, I found myself with a large block of free time. 8 hours later, my desk was once again cleaned off and caught up. I made it through the latest bag of filing which meant I was living primarily in 2006-7.

This morning, I went off to yoga. The class got me energized and ready to go again. I even did a handstand (with the help of the teacher) for only the second time since I hit my 30's. It was exhilirating. However, as I tried by myself before hand, I came down wrong on my right foot and jammed my ankle - the first yoga injury I had ever had. It felt okay and I finished out the class. However, after 5 hours of filing at home, it turned very red and swelled up causing a great deal of pain and difficulty in walking. I downed a Vicodin, ate some dinner and got off my foot for a little while before heading back in to file for another couple of hours.

So, today, I was living in the mid to late 90's and early 2000's as I once again delved back into the historic filing. It is very tedious work, even with all of the mail sorted by credit card company, insurance, medical, etc. Every envelope must be opened, the bill or other item removed and either put into a pile for filing or shredded. One whole stack of insurance mail actually turned out to be all of the old insurance bills for my beloved Capri which was crushed last year. Needless to say, I didn't need them and they were shredded but only after I had to open every single envelope to see if they were the bills for the Capri. All of that hard work took me only through half of a box of filing and one bag. There are still 9 more boxes to go so you can see what a daunting task this is. However, I must say that I have already accomplished a good deal although I don't know what it would add up to in numbers of boxes.

The upside of all of this is that the more I get my house cleaned up and emptied out, the lighter and less burdened I feel. It is a wonderful feeling. Whenever, my emotions start to get the best of me and I want to hand on to something, I think to myself, "What if I died tomorrow, would anyone else care about this or would it just be a hassle for my family to have to look through and figure out if it is important or not?" The answer is that it really isn't important and is just an emotional tie that must be cut. And so it goes.................... My second job - 8 hours/day is about all I can take of it and that is pushing it.

Well, the recycling bin is once again full and won't be emptied for another week so I have a reprieve for the week. But never fear, the leaf bin is empty so it will be out to the yard to fill that up during this week and next weekend...............


Wow, this is the most boring blog but it does me good to get it off of my chest and when I go back and read it I feel as if I have actually accomplished something. Yahoo!!!