Letting go is easier said than done.

In this instance, I’m not talking about letting go of people but stuff.

You see, my Gorgeous Guy (GG) and I decided at the spur of the moment to sell our property and buy something else.

When I say spur of the moment, I mean all done and dusted in a couple of weeks!

That’s finding a property and selling ours with contracts signed.

We’re downsizing, not by a lot but downsizing none the less.

For the first time in probably about 20 years, my GG is actually a part of the moving process.  You see, he’s usually been away for work.

This makes my job a lot easier because we can both go through things, instead of me randomly throwing everything we own into boxes.

Because that’s what I’ve done in the past, because he’s been too busy to go through his stuff.

So, the motto is ‘be ruthless’!

We need to start letting go of things instead of holding on to them ‘because’.

If we haven’t used it in a year, then it’s going!

That’s clothes, kitchen stuff and anything else in the cupboards.

However, there’s a couple of things that I’ve found difficult.

Selling my grandmothers treadle singer sewing machine.  There just isn’t any room in the place that we’re moving to.

I struggled to say ‘sell it’ because of the memories that are associated with it for me.

I used to always stay with my grandmother in the school holidays.

One of the things that I loved doing was sitting there going through the drawers of her sewing machine and playing with all the odd buttons.

However, it does need to go and I’ve realised that my memories aren’t IN the machine.

They’re inside of me and that I don’t need the machine to have those fond memories.

The machine means nothing to my son and he didn’t really know his great-grandmother that well as he wasn’t close to her because we didn’t live near her.

My memories are just that.

Memories that no-one can take from me.

The other thing, and this is going to sound a bit weird, is saying goodbye to our rain gauge.

When we lived in Wauchope we were ‘adopted’ by a couple that we called Wauchope mum and dad.

Dad has since passed but he had a rain gauge and on the inside of the outdoor dunny (toilet) he had a chart that he filled in every day.

Zero for no rain and however many mm’s when there was rain.

I’ve carried that on, first at our farm, then at Newcastle and now here on the Gold Coast.

The only difference is, we didn’t have an outside dunny, I’ve kept an excel spreadsheet on my computer.

But moving into an apartment, there’s not really going to be a place nor need to keep a track of the rain.

I know that he’s been proud of me for continuing what he did and he also realises that it’s now time for me to stop.

Mind you, it’s still sad to me though.

However, it’s also an important part of the letting go process.

Acknowledging when we’re holding onto things when we don’t use them.

Knowing that our memories are enough and that talking and thinking of our loved ones in the spirit world, is also enough.

They don’t need us to cling to ‘stuff’.

It’s OK to let those things go, because it doesn’t diminution them in our minds.

Because they’ll always be there.

Love & light

Katrina x