I’d left so much of myself here. I’m tied here. My past is here, the happiness and the pain. And I’d irresponsibly left it in a storeroom.
I’d traveled here and there, and everywhere, all the while out of sight didn’t necessarily mean out of mind.
Sifting through the storage unit, I was dutifully listening to the wonderful Hay House Radio App (download it, it’s free!), when opening a random box stopped me in my tracks. Opening this box was like opening a box of treasure.
I kid you not, gold light seemed to spill out upon opening my cardboard box of treasure…
It seemed I’d stumbled on a box of “me.”
Who I was before all of ‘this’; before the gypsy travelling, the yoga trainings and teachings. When I packed this box, most likely in a hurry before hopping a plane to Seoul, I’d recently become a devotee of Bikram, but didn’t even know what a Sutra was, knew I loved the chanting music played at Bryan Kest Power Yoga but no idea this devotional chanting is named ‘Kirtan’, and thought Ayurveda was some kind of mystical shampoo…
The energy of the box encompassed “me” before travelling, just an early twenty-something from California who loved collecting bikinis and laying out on the beach, exploring the Santa Monica and Channel Islands Farmer’s Markets, spending a day wine tasting in Downtown Ventura or Paso Robles, refurbishing furniture from thrift stores into Beach and Shabby Chic, listening to Classic Rock, and dayhiking in Malibu…a young and somewhat naive me. A ‘me’ before a massive love and heartbreak which would rock me to the core. The aforementioned which was the very impetus to make me question who I am, my reactions, how I relate to the world, get back to my roots and what makes me tick, and most importantly, teach me how it feels to be human and love. Love and the sheer pain of losing it – and I would never take this feeling back for the world. Anyways…I digress…the treasure box…
Although none of my friends would ever call me a simple person, I have to say, this box reflected a simpler time. Even my signature vanilla perfume was at the top of the box, along with a framed tear out from an inspiring book which quoted, “Every Day is a Good Day“.
I had to revisit. Remember who I was. Remember how present, or not present, I was in each chapter of my life. This “letting go” couldn’t have happened in Hawaii, Asia, or elsewhere. I realize that now, it’s time to fully be here and live my life. The message is loud and clear. It’s come from so many sources all along the way. I’m heeding the advice now.
Live my life. Be here now. Be fully present where I am now.
And today, it’s letting go of my past by clearing out what’s mine in the store room. Old photographs, knick knacks, clothing, stuff. Most things are neutral, others bring joy, and some hold painful memories. Especially satisfying is getting rid of these things that leave even an inkling of an ‘ick’ feeling. Keeping little scraps of things that give a ‘good’ feeling and select photos worth adding to the scrapbook reminds me how connections and love make the world go ’round (even when I feel like disconnecting for a bit to go in introvert mode).
Oh, and I’m definitely keeping a few bikinis.
Hosting a yard sale this weekend, wish me luck!
Remember, out of sight does not necessarily mean out of mind, whether subconsciously or consciously.
What have you not let go of, and how may it be affecting you? I want hear all about it! Leave comments below.