Saturday, June 13, 2009

Letting go of the Past

Do you ever stop and think about the things we hold on to? Whether it's a piece of old clothing or past heartaches, in the end it's nothing more then spare baggage, cluttering up our hearts and taking up precious space in our closets.
Over the past 25 years I've been able to let go of much of my emotional baggage (and let me tell you, "There was a LOT"), but I somehow can't let go of the old clothes. Do I really think I'll ever be able to squeeze my fluffy body back into my size 1 jeans? I DON'T THINK SO!!!
Then why can't I just let them go?

What do you hold onto from the past? I'd be curious to know ;-).

9 comments:

ellen b. said...

Mostly just stuff...
I've pretty much proved over and over again that I should keep the bigger sized clothes not the skinny clothes :0)
It's good to let go especially the emotional baggage...

Deborah said...

I LOVE visiting you! Your blog is so soft and fluffy and feminine and and and peaceful. I don't hold onto clothes...I do hold onto books, photos, letters, calendars that have notes written on them. Oh, and blue wine bottles. **blows kisses** Deborah

Robin Chistensen said...

If you get rid of your size 1's, I'll let go of my 3s, 4s, 5s, 6s, and 7s. There may be hope for my 8s, 9s, and 10s. I will not give up!

Allidink said...

Dang I can't let go of old clothes either! It's so silly too! It's not like I've worn it in 2 million years but I hold on to it because I hadn't worn it ever or that often and I think I'll wear it again. Pretty much I'm a packrat and hold on to everything!!! I am so bad I can't let anything go usually because it has sentimental value. You know those people who are like compulsive hoarders and they have entire rooms of just stuff from floor to ceiling? And then after a few days of not hearing from them people go looking for them in their house and find them deceased from their stuff collapsing on them? I think I could become that person if I didn't have my mother haha.

All the best,
Allison

Snowbrush said...

A box of childhood toys. Several childhood books

Andrea said...

Cori, you have words of wisdom. We all seem to fight off past hurts, and how right you are! They are just excess baggage - weight that easily besets us (forgive me for not looking up this scripture from Paul.)

And sometimes it is easier to forgive others than ourselves. The enemy often tries to taunt me with every mistake I have made in my life. But thank God for the peace of Jesus Christ and the fact that we have no condemnation, for we walk with God!

Wonderful post! And, by the way, I have kept my wedding dress and baby clothes from my sons. They are keepsakes I won't let go of. :)

Have a beautiful, blessed Sunday!

With God's Love,

Andrea

simplyiowa said...

I hold on to things, mainly, gifts from friends, I see their faces when I look at the treasures. Old letters, and cards, not all of them, just ones with special notes, in their handwriting. I have hair clippings from my Horse 'Admiral', we grew up together, I bought him when he was 4 months old, I was 12. He passed away 4 years ago, at 28. Oh the memories from that old man! So I saved a lock of his hair. He's burried here at our home. I also have a lock of my sister Chery's hair, she passed away 5 years ago, she chose to be creamated, and not have a burial plot, so I have a memorial in my hard for her. Just a place to go, and reflect.
It's all about sentiment, some have a lot, some have a little. I was blessed with enough for 10 people!
Barb C.

Bernideen said...

Yesterday I saw a alady for the first time in 12 years...at first I thought I knew her as a customer in my store...that wasn't correct and she was offended. What I saw when I looked at her was accumulated offense- where it gets added to the next and the next. It was very sad to see!

Sandra~Romantique Inspirations~ said...

I just posted about resales- I think maybe its time to let it go and bring your old clothes in for other people to wear. If you do this you may discover a whole new good feeling about yourself. Think about it, I dare you!