Letting go of Personal Artifacts


Yesterday I began a journey through boxes of personal artifacts that I have kept with me because I am fond of them. There are also a lot of things that I’ve kept “just in case.” Today I brought a small bit to work to leave by the mailboxes for people to scoop. I will probably bring in a few things each day, but most things, I’m sure, will end up in a landfill.

How much baggage do you have? How much do you carry? I have consciously tried to lug less with me to work each day. I don’t want to be confused with a bag lady, and I tore up a shoulder one day falling in the dark while carrying two bags on my way to catch theBus one early morning a few years ago.

I have come to the conclusion that those people who cannot let go of their items lock themselves into a prison in their mind and in their past. They hoard their belongings, they enslave themselves.

Beads from a broken necklace wait in a seashell, with a stone, for what?

You see them on the street with shopping carts and crates loaded with stuff. You hear about them when they die and their bodies are found beneath piles of crap; that a tower of old newspapers or magazines fell on them.

Since I am a journalist, I have quite a few newspaper and magazine clips that I have accumulated over the years. There are multiple copies of some, leftover from past resume kits. I am having a hard time parting with them. I even found a folder of data from when I flew with the Hurricane Hunters into Iniki. Keep? Discard? Scatter into the wind?Fortunately there is the Internet and a lot of my stories can be found with a quick search. And, when you think about it, older stories too often betray how green a writer I actually was. Hmmmm. See how this eases their disposal?

So today I parted with a shiny new sake set in a gift box, a Sponge Bob hat, an oil and vinegar cruet set,  yoga and Pilates DVDs, and a bag of Crayola unopened packages of washable markers, sparkly glue, crayons and stickers. Within 20 minutes all that was left were the DVDs. See that? One woman’s artifacts quickly adopted, soon to be put to use, no longer left to idle in a box, on a shelf, in a room where nobody goes.

P.S. I truly miss blogging daily. I am compelled. I must start again.

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer is my new opponent. Writer, super sub teacher, triathlete, awesome cook, ocean girl with head-to-toe sun protection.

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