I have been wanting to share with you my latest moment of sorrow.
It's a difficult thing to express the deep attachment that I've had for a dear friend of mine. We go way back. Almost 10 years back.
We've been through a lot of good times. We've also been through a lot of rainy, muddy, dirty seasons.
But it was time for me to let go. To move on.
My dear, sweet, perfectly-molded-to-my-feet tennis shoes were begging to be set free. Or put out of their misery. Whichever way you prefer to see it.
I guess I have attachment issues.
After much deliberation, I did preform a holy and proper burial for my running, mowing, painting, bootcamping companions. Aka, I threw them in the trash after letting them sit on my window sill and bask in the glory of their former days for a while.
Now, I have these:
Has anyone else had crazy attachment issues with inanimate objects too?? I would love to feel affirmed in my psychotic tendencies.