selfcare sunday

Today was a major day--the "junk guy" filled three-quarters of a trailer with twenty-nine years of accumulated junk from my apartment.  It felt liberating to have it go.  I mean, it would be one thing if the move was something I anticipated and had time to prepare for.  But thirty days, with at least seven of them filled with Covid, didn't give me much time to process, think, or make decisions.

I was emotional.  I have lived half my life at that place and it was home.  

And I was gentle with myself.  I'm not overwhelmed by the amount of unpacking ahead of me.  I'm taking my time.  I realized that I moved items that I have no space or use for, so I foresee another major purge.

It was a good day.  And I am thankful that I hired the junk guy.  That was selfcare.

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