This post is part of a series I like to call “A Visit From Mom.” These posts are written by, well…my mom. I think she kind of rocks! My mom and her mother were the primary inspirations for me to starting writing way back as a little girl. Now, I share my blog with my mom cause I think she has some things to say that you might really love.
The past week, I’ve been making a valiant attempt to de-clutter my world. My home, my office at work, the garage, the yard, all my surroundings have become claustrophobic with piles of stuff. I refuse to say I am a hoarder, but I certainly am a random treasurer. I don’t save things for their material value. No, I save get well cards, newspaper clippings, phone numbers of people I never get around to calling, projects my children and grandchildren have made. I hang on to these things with an ardent fervor, hoping I can slow down the march of Time somehow if I just lay a memory in its path.
Nostalgia is an emotion best shared with someone who knows what you’re talking about and can appreciate how you got there. No one in my world today can even envision me as an idealistic, change- the-world young college girl. Even if I share photographs of those days, my current circle has no concept of that person and no understanding of the journey to here. Going through old photo albums, sorting poems and writings produced in my youthful angst, trying to decide what can be discarded when everything is emotionally attached, somehow is as cathartic emotionally as it is physically.
It has been said that we spend the first half of our lives accumulating and the second half giving it up.
There is truth to that. I am finding more and more that the family treasures we have inherited over the years need to move on to someone else. I don’t need those things to remind me of all the beautiful memories their owners evoked. I don’t need a four bedroom home with my children all grown. I don’t need the extra car. I do need a calmer, simpler, sleeker life style. I haven’t yet untrained myself from my tendency to save things. It is a lifelong skill set I have developed, and I suppose it will take awhile to undo.
For now, I will try to discard the things I don’t need and aren’t helpful, just as I discard emotions and influences that are the same.
The journey continues. . .Here’s to that calmer, simpler, sleeker life style!
Carlene Welch is the General Manager at Home Instead Senior Care of Northwest Arkansas, and avid writer and poet, and my mom. She serves as a Stephen’s Minister at her church and is one of the wisest women I know. She writes custom poetry and prose for cards and gifts. For more information, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.