Last night, after making the record ascent in 32 minutes, for the first time someone passing me on my way up. The same woman who backed into the space next to me before I ran out the door. Competition is good for competence.
A company announcement of a promotion to a woman who’s always been clear with what she wanted. Another one at her book publishing event. Another speaking about her book.
I wish I could say I was motivated. The truth is I felt jealous. Inadequate. Why isn’t that me? Simple answer is that I haven’t worked for it. Too often, filling my space, head and stomach with things and people that do not choose me. So after sleeping in, knowing that I will regret this in few days when the rain pours, I open the cupboards and throw things away. Empty boxes. Father’s old wallet and his medical records. Old letters. Until the cupboard space is freed up by 50%.
And I rearrange my space to fit me better. Moving the dining table against the window, next to the tree. Magnifying the carpet space, in front of the patio.
Taking down pictures of my childhood. Getting rid of monthly calendars and pictured Christmas cards from friends. Why? This is the past. Someone else’s past. They do not serve me. As I look into the future, trying to keep myself in the present moment.
This love letter goes to the art of tidying up. Getting rid of things and memories. To carving out the future with more empty spaces.
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