I’ve spent the last two days “de-cluttering” my house…and essentially, my life. The truth is that I don’t feel like we’ve ever fully moved into this house, after almost 3 years. But 6 (or 7) trash bags of shredded papers and a clean, organized file cabinet drawer later, I’m feeling a wonderful sense of relief. Tonight, as I started focusing on framing photos and switching out some (ones that were extremely dated), I came across a few that literally stopped me in my tracks. As I sit here with tears streaming down my face, I can honestly say that one of things in life I will never understand is this: How can something/someone who once meant so much to you and was such a huge part of your life instantly become completely insignificant? Bad break-ups, abusive relationships…things of the like, I understand. But beyond that, I’m at a loss. It’s so incredibly sad to me. There are instances when there simply isn’t anything else to be said. But that’s what saddens me. How do we reach that point? And how do we recover? Do we recover?
Tonight, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, and I’ve simply wondered. I’ve questioned. What happened? I may not ever have answers to my questions, but at this point (years later, in some cases), I can’t completely part with these photos. So for now, they rest behind more current ones…ones more reflective of my life as it is today. But in my heart, I’ll continue to wonder…for now…
|I saw this quote on Instagram this week.
The flowers were carried by my sisters-in-law in my wedding.