Hey
Had the first part of the next chapter in the "stepping-outta-this-life" - it didn't commence with "Once upon a time" - more like "well, this is what you wanted, right?"
Now, I know photos don't mean as much to others as me - but - I have many photo walls around my house.
Like this..
So many photos of my son's, the kids parties, family things, blah blah. The house is just a house now - bricks and mortar - that's fine - but I started taking the photos down. I've been talking to Black Tulip about doing this - knowing that for me, this was gonna be the hardest thing "in my head" to do to leave here and start again. Thought I'd start with the little walls.
I'm not stupid enough not to realise that photos are only just pieces of paper with colour on
.and that in the bigger scheme of things - this means diddly squat - But to me, they are actually far more than that - they have been my life for the longest time - not the pics - but the memories around me of happier times with my son and as a family.
Right, now - yep - the positive is - 2 walls of the house make the house tidier, less "loud" and totally impersonal - so, far easier to walk away from
But does it feel good? - not quite the same as getting rid of shoes, "tut" and junk - that's a walk in the park compared to this - I guess it feels like someone just ripped my heart out all over again, and it's hurting like hell.
Removal of some shrines kinda cuts a little deeper.
Time for some loud, happy music and to test the vocal chords again. Crying a rivers just gonna make puddles. Need to get some sunshine going to dry up now. Feel a little bit of Scissor Sisters coming on
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Just needed a whinge. Know it's pretty unimportant really - just important to me. Nothing to do with the house or feet or anything like that -those things are done, sorting or sorted.....
it's just the heart-hurt - that's all...can't explain it.
Positive is - 2 walls down, next ones will be a lot easier to do, just a walk in the park now.