I watched the season premiere of Sex and the City tonight, and while it didn’t really have the kick I expect from a season premiere, it was a pretty good episode. I especially liked Carrie’s sentiment at the end of the show.
“Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.”
The cleaning mission this weekend had a few guidelines. First of all, I want to leave Houston someday. So if I wasn’t willing to spend money to move something someday, it went in the trash. There is no reason to move a bunch of stuff that you really don’t need. I had a ton of magazines. If I need that info, I can probably find it online, so moving it out took a lot of weight off my shoulders. But the other, more important mission was to slay some dragons and get rid of things that reminded me of the Insignificant Other. I kept the photographs, and some items from trips we took to places like Seattle, but the rest of the stuff? Buh-bye. I still have to go through my closet tomorrow night. There are clothes that I held on to a year ago for sentimental reasons. A year has passed though since we broke up for good, and the last time we talked was in November. The time has come to let go of the past – and let me tell you…
It feels good.
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It does feel good to move on with the rest of your life, doesn’t it? 🙂 I’m happy for you, I’m sure you’ll make it great!
Good for you!!! I watched the episode last night and enjoyed it, too. Samantha handing out those “Cheater”/”Liar” flyers was hysterical.
If I learned one thing from that show, it’s to *not* eat another woman’s sushi. lol
Good for you Christine! Sifting the wheat from the chaff is a lot of hard work, but so worth the effort 🙂 And if it helps you focus on the future, even better 🙂 Now, I just need to follow in your footsteps…
That’s right Mike. No eating another woman’s sushi. Pay attention. 😉
Those flyers were hysterical. I had a moment where I started to think about what parts of town the IO might hang out in and where I should go to warn them of his issues. But I won’t – he might start calling me like Richard called Samantha!