Lately I’ve been cleaning out my computer, old photos and photos and projects, thousands of old megabytes clogging it up. As I carefully, ploddingly dragged each outdated folder/album over to the trash can, I couldn’t believe how scared I was.
That is, until I started saying to each one, “Goodbye, thank you, I loved you.” Then they went boldly, softly… with a whisper, almost. “Kerplunk!” went the computer, over and over again.
At a certain point I thought, “Man, this is going well. I wonder if I could just drag the whole harddrive into the trash….” And with this one thought I was stunned into a kind of non-living state, my mouth agape, a solid stupidity coming over me.
“Finally!” some part of me spoke, and I started crying.
It was like the end of a movie, the end of “me”… here within my reach. All that weight, all that history, all that story of myself that used to be sooooo important… I could just let it go now. I didn’t need to throw out the entire hard drive, but just the knowing that I could switched something inside of me.
It was like I was no longer held hostage by the story of my past. I was ready to allow something new: a whole new me.
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