it's time...

between layers of paint i cleaned my house and bagged up some old clothes for the goodwill. round 4 of the cleaning/weeding/sorting fiasco is here. it's so hard. i've somehow managed to become horribly sentimentally attached to most things i own. and although i've done a pretty good job of pairing down, clearing out, and making space for a the new life i'm attempting to build, i've got to do better. it's time to let go of some stuff i've really been putting off dealing with: old photos and letters and art. it's always hard to throw out things like that but i feel like a huge burden will be eased once i do. the maid paintings are teaching me how to let go... the importance of letting go... the importance of forgiveness... of moving away from anger toward something much more refined and light-

compassion.

i've got to learn how to extend it to myself.