Time to pack...

Sorting through years of memories... piles of stuff. Most of it unnecessary, some of it needs to go. But all of it is little pieces of my life. The flower I wore in my hair to a Big Band concert, the shirt I bought in British Columbia...

A thousand memories fit into one 10 x 11 foot room. Glimpses of the past 28 years of my life, and everything I've collected along the way.

There's a chapter in my life that's closing, and a new one that is just beginning. I don't mourn the past. It taught me lessons I had to learn in life. And I don't dread the future - I celebrate it, with all of its possibilities and mysteries. But I do feel the tug of emotions that tie me to memories from days gone by. I see the beauty in where I've been led in my life to the point I'm at now. The pitfalls I avoided, although at the time I didn't see them as such. In some ways, it's like looking at old photographs, and seeing a snapshot of the way things were. I saw a few photographs today too... some that were worth much more than a thousand words.

Ah, well... I need to get back to work. Still plenty to do. I feel so infinitely blessed to have the life that I have. I wouldn't trade it for anything, and I can't wait to make new memories to look back on in future years.