Empty Space
I watched as the balloon plied its way free from the others as the holder attempted to wrestle the bunch into her van. Once the string loosened, the red orb lifted steadily, floating up in the clear sky, a tiny dot diminishing, tail sashaying behind as if waving “goodbye.”
Its ascent called to me.
I found it terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, floating off into the unknown.
It mirrored my life.
I cleaned out the house
More than 5,000 sq. feet of living space, 6 of us had called home for 15 years, filled with toys, books, clothes, bedding, glassware that needed to be gone in order to sell the house.
How much of my clutter was motivated by fear? Fear of not having enough, not being enough, fear of the unknown.
It took months to relinquish it.
I sold on Facebook, Poshmark, ebay, letgo, texting with people all over the country to re-distribute most of our worldly goods, after my family had claimed what they wanted.
A family in Texas bought the double pedestal dining room table and its dozen chairs, a neighbor down the street carted off the porch swing, handmade by my uncle.
