I know I've had my heart break open numerous times. For a wide variety of reasons.
Each time I found something else there I wasn't expecting.
It's like the attic you clean out and you find all this stuff in there you didn't even realize was there.
Your grandmother's old china, and beliefs.
Your children's old schoolwork and the stories of parenting, and how you may have totally fucked up your kid somehow.
Gorgeous photos of things you used to do, that were so fun, but lost it's glitter somehow. It's always pretty when you're young, and now that you're older, you know what the saying means 'Youth is wasted on the young.' And it is. And fuck whomever said that.
Yeah, that older and wiser thing.
How much time you've wasted being afraid of other people's judgements. Oh, let me dust off that skeleton and take a look at it. Oh, well now I see more than likely they're just like me, or worse. So realistically who is anyone to judge me?
Regret that you didn't do enough for people. There's always that.
How much you actually loved that thing, you forgot about. How could you forget about that? Did you really even love it if you forgot? Or did someone else make you forget?
Well, anyways. You gotta clean this out. Either way. And maybe even put it up for sale.
Yard sale of the heart really, cuz some people's trash is another person's treasure!
And, all the great things you found that you still love, and want to keep. So, don't get rid of those.
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