Today is "trash" day... The word "trash" really annoys my sister, so I say it here in reserved mirth for the irritation that it brings. All of our temporary rubbish is swooped away from our existence, and shuttled away to the dump.
Since I have returned from my UK, have had my sisters' wedding done and dusted, my mom's diagnosis determined, the frass has settled, my heart has not. I just am overwhelmed with anxious energy. The only thing that makes me feel better, is to purge. Not like some bulimic. But like a person whose life is in chaos and disarray.
One common thought I keep returning to: we have all this stuff to distract us from how miserable we really are.
If we are with the people we love, the ones who fill our hearts with glee, happiness, joy, etc... then you don't need all this stuff.
