During our recent move Dan and I purged many things that we no longer needed. In the midst of sorting I came across a bridesmaid's bouquet from my wedding over five years ago and also the lemon leaves from the bouquet of white roses that Dan used to propose to me six years ago. They were a dusty, frail shadow of their former selves; crusty, brown, and frail. I had held on to them long after they lost their beauty because I wanted to hold on to the memories that they represent. At last after I lingered over them I decided to snap a few pictures and toss them in the trash. While unlike Miss Havisham my momentos represented pleasant memories, they still held me hostage. Don't get me wrong. . .I'm all for keepsakes. But when you keep smelly, messy dead flowers in your house for years, you've gone a little too far! I never want to be a slave to my stuff.
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