I cleaned my garage last night. The hottest day of the year so far, a record 107 degrees, and I was somehow inspired to work in the hottest place in the house, moving boxes and sorting through years of crap to get it done. I don’t know what came over me, but I just wanted to do it.
So then I called Barry later in the evening to see what he was up to and I told him what I’d done. He sounded impressed and had to come over to see. I couldn’t help it…I had this smug smirk on my face that I just couldn’t wipe off. It was amazing, I felt so proud and accomplished!
Here’s the deal…the stuff in the garage is mostly Marcel’s crap. After we split up and he was unable to collect his belongings, I put all of his stuff in the garage just so I didn’t have to look at it on a daily basis. The garage was a mess before I did this, but even worse after. At the time, I didn’t care. I just threw the stuff in there and it landed where ever.
But now, I am inspired by Barry to clean out these old closets…metaphorically speaking. And literally, too, I guess. It would be so much easier to have these remnants of Marcel out of my life. I don’t want his baggage to keep me from having a good relationship with Barry. I don’t want my past to keep me hostage to my future.
