Letting Go of the "Old Me"
I have a mango in my fridge that I’ve been planning on eating. It’s been there for two weeks. It’s brown and gross now. I haven’t thrown it away. Because I like to imagine that I might still find some part of it that’s not disgusting and enjoy the mango I bought. I just went through two years worth of piles of papers I had put aside because I might need them some day. I filled an entire trash bag of papers that are no longer relevant. I came across lots of memories in that process. They reminded me of all the different lives I’ve had. It was a bit emotional trying to decide which ones I needed to throw away… even though they are crowding so much space in my house that I’ve had to stop utilizing the storage area for things I actually need to keep. I’d rather not take the mango out of the fridge and examine it. I’d like to imagine I can still eat it. I’d rather not sort through all the papers in my closet. I’d like to imagine that there’s an important reason they’re taking u