I managed to cart some more things from the house-books donated to the art department of the high school and a bolt of netting that I no longer need. I think the art teacher will be able to do something creative with it. I also managed to get some music returned to the church choir library.  Great-anything that can not live in my house is a step in the right direction.

It was actually easier to get at the Christmas decorations this year.  I had made space in the storage closet and didn't have to move boxes around to get to them this time.  I guess I am making progress, although sometimes it doesn't feel like it.

I think I have finally set down, for the final time, the suitcase carrying the embers of the torch I carried for my great love all those years. I believe that he is living with a woman and will never, ever think of or call me again. Never, ever.  Why I felt he need to put that baggage once more on my shoulder has still not become clear to me.  But I met another guy with whom I could have a relationship, I think.  Maybe that's why I could put down the suitcase of the "one that got away." 

So let's look at some of the other valises I tote. The suitcase of excess weight.  The train case of unresolved sibling rivalry.  The overnight bag of appearance insecurities.  Will I ever get fully unloaded?