Up until now, getting rid of stuff has been fairly easy. Even the reverse birthday party was only hard for a day or two beforehand. I’ve been pretty good about learning the difference between my memories and the objects that remind me of those feelings.
But lately I’m up against something I can’t easily overcome. You see, my cat is going to live with my mom in New Mexico this weekend.
Roo has been with me since my divorce, and she’s been the only real constant in my life the past 10 years. It is going to be very hard to see her go, even though I know she’ll be in a good home.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately (thanks to a 24-hour meltdown), and I’ve come to the realization that you can’t have everything, at least all at once.
So I’m here to admit to you that the preparations for this trip are not all roses and sunshine. There are real tears now about the cat, and I’m sure there will be more when the house is sold and the dog moves to his new home. And buckets more when I see my friends and family before we go.
Does this mean I don’t want to go? Of course not. But I do recognize how rich my life has become that I can feel this way about leaving it behind. And I think it will help me appreciate what I’m going to even more.
Have you ever had to give up something dear to accomplish a goal? Were you able to get it back later? Did you even want to?