*sigh*
Old Nostalgia. For the last couple of months an inert energy has been telling me to give up old ways. Old ways in the form of thoughts, items, communication… you name it!
I have given up quite a bit of my old ways in the last couple of months and am still doing so to this day. Like giving up:
- standard ways of approaching my relationships; friends and family. Like my marriage, instead of looking at things with an end in mind (my stubborn nature)… approach it with “what is the alternative solution?”. It’s amazing because this is actually working better for me and my relationship.
- decluttering old books, clothes, and odd items
- ways I parent (if it didn’t work before, why will it work now?) I recently read a saying, regarding parenting, that really had an impact on me, “if you aren’t going to do what you say, then don’t say it”. I am notorious for not holding up to my word. It’s time to change that because it is not working for me
- I let go of programs that were costing me lots of money but did not have an end in site
- struggling with finances. I now say, “what do I need to do to make that money I need?”. Right now, I am selling my clutter. Who knew I would make $20 for purses that was in my ‘go to thrift store’ bag.
Letting go…
Well this one is near and dear to my heart, because this is childhood memories and was a present from a near and dear friend. Anyhow, I have not worn them for a long time now. It’s time for them to find a new home. They are my Doc Martens.
Up for sale they are!
These represent my punk rock & gothic moments growing up during the prime time of my life. They have weathered concerts like Dead Can Dance, the Cure, Front 242, Siouxsie and the Banshees, David Bowie and Duran Duran. They have danced at punk rock concert’s in San Francisco. Marched at May Day parades and hiked Haight & Ashbury.
They represent me and my youth. And now I am letting to. Nostalgia.
Letting go of my past to embark on my future. Freeing the bounds of the past me…
With a bit of remembered past, what memorable trinkets or times are near and dear to your heart?
Those Doc Martens have been to more concerts than I have! LOL. Good job in changing your perspectives to becoming more productive. I’ll have to think about nostalgia items that I have difficulty parting with…
Wow, you accomplished already so many things!I have a hard time to let go. Last summer I gave to the thrift store a beautiful rainbow coloured dress. I still like it, but I know I’ll never wear it anymore. It took me a whole year of doubting to separate from it.
Thanks for your suggestion to join the monday menus. I’ll check it out!
I wrote a post in my blog a while back about nostalgia
http://cubiclewall.blogspot.com/2008/12/price-of-nostalgia.html
I ended up keeping the item. I’d keep those Doc Martens if I were you. You can get rid of two other things or something instead.
@ shtinkykat: they have been with me thru some damn good memories! Especially the David Bowie Concert. 😉
@ Meyser: It is very hard to get rid of memorable stuff. Even if you don’t use it any more. Hmmm… a rainbow coloured dress, huh? I bet someone else is enjoying your gift graciously.
@ Over the Cubilcle Wall: Okay, I FREAKED out and took my Doc’s back! I am so glad to find out that I could end my listing early. Whoosh. Okay, back in my closet… lets find something else…
Why do I feel guilty now? That I didn’t hold my word? That my husband polished them with a Navy shine to look brand new? Tell me this is okay that I took them back for second guessing.
I loved my Doc Martens!
@ Moving on up: Hence I kept them. I think i will put them in a box along with a card listing all their wonderful memories. 🙂
I’m so glad you decided to keep your DMs!! Some things are totally worth the space in your closet. Plus, think of it this way: it will make for amazing street cred with your kids one day. Like my dad’s massive vinyl collection did with us 🙂
yes, yes! I am so glad you stopped that auction. There are things you should get rid of that are of no use and hold no value, but the value of your youth is something that you can never put a price on.