The Struggle Begins

Posted by Marlene Moore Gordon in Marlene's Musings | 0 comments

Jan. 10, 2009

It‘s easy to let go of those too tight jeans, much harder to let go of inanimate objects that hold so many memories. I survey the items that have been tucked so neatly out of sight. My heart sinks when I look at my oversized drafting table and chair. They suddenly look like old friends that I have abandoned. I glimpse all the boxes of varying sizes and shapes, all marked with indelible black marker with my name. I remember now they contain remnants from my past, family heirlooms, reminders of my late parents.

Caught between the past and present, unresolved feelings resurface. Overwhelmed I close the door to the POD.   After sitting still for a few minutes on the living room couch, I make a cup of de-caf green tea and reach for the dark chocolate. Like Scarlet O’Hara, I tell myself I’ll deal with these memories tomorrow.