strings attached

strings attached

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

2:10 PM

I have the tendency to store up things I don't necessarily need. It took years for me to unlearn bit by bit this habit. Some easier to let go, others harder to part with. I make it a point to do my de-cluttering ritual once a year, either during my birthday or Christmas.  Something in the act gives me a sense of calm and accomplishment. Letting go of my stash somehow gives me a certain feel of spiritual cleansing. And it's always a happy drug for me. Apt for new beginnings.

I am not your regular home organizer therefore a one-time general cleaning is all I can manage :)  I'd wonder how I manage to keep so many. Receipts I wanted to keep to remember dates, wrappings because they're pretty, boxes because they might come in handy. The list continues. Some proved to be useful in time of need, most left forgotten as soon as stacked. I have the same attitude towards life.  In 2003, I took up a course in Professional  Education. I didn't plan on teaching, I just wanted a diversion  from my work. Thirteen years passed, only my filed Transcript bears my name. Other than that, I just practically shelved it away until the credentials got invalid. Same scenario happened in 2012. The tone deaf me just one day bought a guitar and took guitar lessons. It was supposedly easy. I just need to properly hold the guitar, strum then play. Much to my surprise the Music teacher first asked me to count and tap harmoniously. Repeatedly. And I never felt so uncoordinated in my entire life.  It took some courage to admit I was really offbeat. So the guitar has to be shelved, too. Among the many others, I seem to have grown a pattern of getting into some things I knew beforehand I was not apt for. At the expense of time, money and some even with emotional investments. The more costly a decision is made, the harder it is to part with. Most wasteful, too.

Tomorrow, I will let go of the guitar. Thankfully not to waste but to a sister-samaritan who can play beautiful music through it. At last my guitar can find peace and a real home. This parting reminds me more, the next time I engage into and welcome something in my life, I better be certain I will be able to use it well and not put it to waste. Else, it'll be just another unplayed guitar.