My Figurative Purse

But seriously though, life is NOT a small purse. It’s huge!

And it’s so easy to just keep throwing things into it.

So here I am, far too early in the morning after a very poor night’s sleep.

But I feel lighter.

Lighter because I’ve already made some decisions on how I might clear away some things in life that aren’t necessary at the moment.

I’m trying to create some space, much like those days as a teenager when my clothes were strewn all over my bedroom floor, and all I wanted was one small place where I could actually see the bedroom floor. Those days are long gone now. I know how to keep a home clean, but somehow over the years, I’ve filled every square inch of my life with…umm…I don’t know…things. Like a woman with a purse. The larger the purse is, the more things it holds.

That’s why I like small purses.

But seriously though, life is NOT a small purse. It’s huge! And it’s so easy to just keep throwing things into it. It gets heavier and heavier without us even noticing, until we ask someone to hold it for us.

“Whatcha have in here? A dead body?” they ask.

And then you realize they aren’t that far off. Maybe I’m the body slowly losing life because I carry so much around with me.

I guess I’m heavy into the analogies today.

I’ve already eliminated a few things from my figurative purse, but a strange doubt has crept in. What if I go too far? What if I accidentally burn bridges along the way? What if I create too much white space? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Or is it just a thing?

My friend, Deanna, said she would let me know if I go too far or get weird. I don’t want to get weird.

I just want space for some new creativity to germinate.

Sharon