Ain't It Grand?

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Photo by ramonageorgescu/iStock / Getty Images

Yes, it is grand being sixty- two years old!  I talk about aging here and there on this blog as I reach a new revelation about the good, bad, ugly of aging.  So here’s a good: there comes FREEDOM with aging, a lifting of the burden of accumulation of stuff, stuff I have purchased, been given, inherited.  Stuff I have kept because maybe someday I will do this or need this, maybe one of my daughters will want or need this…it may come in handy, I may be sorry that I don’t have this.

Yesterday, I spent the day finishing up the reorganization of my sewing room.  All I had left to do was to go through my craft books and figure out what to keep and one last bookcase. Yes, the bookcase was going too, and everything left would be consolidated into a 4’x4’ cabinet.

Earlier in the month, my daughters helped me divest much of my clutter of fabric, patterns, clothing, toys and etc that had been accumulating in my sewing room closet. Stuff was sorted into donation, garage sale and recycle.  I could see countertops, I had lots of room again. My closet was cleared out to just what I really want to have, what I need and what I want to do. I was under strict orders to do the bookcase. I am a good soldier, a very grateful soldier so I followed the orders.  Thank you, thank you daughters!

Being 62 years old means, I can (and did) finally decide with absolute certainty that I will not be doing Macramé in my remaining lifetime and accordingly I took that old Sunset Magazine Macramé book from the summer of love and men with long hair, 40+ years old and donated it to the Mission Thrift. The book has been on my bookshelf since I dated, married, had my two daughters, buried my parents, became a mother-in-law and soon to be grandparent.… kept on the off chance that SOMEDAY, I might want to do Macramé again.  May it find a good home and rest there in peace.  On another note, that book was not wanted by the local used book store either, however, in the five other grocery bags of books I cleaned out, were $50 of used bookstore credit....hmmmmm.

At sixty-two, some of my "somedays" have been there and done that so I can cross the rationale off the list of variables.  Being sixty-two means that there is not an endless lifetime in front of me to ponder the question: “Will I want this later?” The road of my lifetime actually has a light at the end of the tunnel…it is becoming simplified, I am more confident in knowing who I am and where I am going and so nope! I can honestly say I will not want this later and neither will my daughters who are already SO more progressed than their mother. 

 

There is a certain freedom in knowing that time clock is ticking.  Freedom to release stuff and be.