My father-in-law is such an interesting story teller, but his recent story about a parking space and a pen is one of my favorites. Especially the part where he says it would be okay if he lost the pen; that resonated deeply. Donnie and I have been examining our Savannah lives lately (using the KonMari method of tidying up! I would actually recommend reading the book about it, but in short: Marie Kondo asks you to evaluate every single item in your home and ask yourself if it sparks joy - that's a major buzzword in our home these days. If it doesn't spark joy, get rid of it. Donate, recycle, give it away, or throw it out. But don't let it stay in your home anymore.)
So, we have been purging things that don't spark joy, or don't spark joy anymore, and there have been a few things that I have purged that used to be among my favorites, that I used to wear or use everyday! But those very same items just don't spark joy in the way they used to, which means the time I have spent loving them is done. Their time with me is fulfilled. That doesn't mean I didn't love them, or that I didn't appreciate them: but rather that now they get the chance to go spark joy with someone else. How cool!
My grandma and I were talking on the phone the other day, and I told her about all the purging we are doing. I said it reminded me of her recent cleanse - where she moved out of her home (and in with a man! Ooh la la!) and sold or donated the majority of her possessions. She very wisely said, "I don't need things to remember something or someone special; I have the memories." (Unfortunately, that is a paraphrased quotation because, ironically, my own memory is a bit shit. Sorry, Gramma.) I look up to my grandma in so many ways, and her fierce independence from possessions is one of the biggest. Her ability to drink wine is another. I'd like to be like her when I grow up, please and thank you.
What have you done lately that sparks joy? Have you thought about tidying with the KonMari method?