Cleaning up / clearing out your space, no matter that space, challenges you to think hard about what you want to keep and what you truly don't need. We packed up most of our personal belongings when we went left for England this year. (Friends were renting and we were making space for them.) Upon our return, we pulled out the essentials from their boxes and left the other stuff to get around to.
I finally got around to a big plastic bin of random t-shirts, bathing suits, work out clothes and my jewelry. "My jewelry" sounds fancy, but really it's a bunch of cheap and cheerful bead bracelets, glass earrings, etc. Nothing upscale at all. I just hadn't wanted to take two sandwich sized bags of stuff with me.
Since we've been back I've had only what I had in England: four pairs of earrings, five necklaces and one ring. And it's been plenty.
While unpacking yesterday, I made a pile to give away and cut down my jewelry load by 1/3 or so. That feels good.
But these. These will never go. Never ever.
These were made by a dear friend I knew from high school. She died in a house fire with her two little children in 2003. Devastating.
You could never put Jai in a tidy box. She couldn't be defined. Quirky gets close, but is not quite enough. She was an artist and made lovely jewelry. These are the only things of hers I own and I will keep them close.
If you've seen the tattoo on my right ankle, that's her website logo design. She's always with me.
Cleaning out stuff always brings up memories and emotions and joy and pain. And so much to celebrate, even in grief.