Summer....Salad eating, shorts wearing, simple, sunny days. My big red bucket bag simply wouldn't do - time to pull out the little red backpack. I have a thing about red bags (I believe there is no way to have a bad day when you're carrying your belongings in a container the color of a fire engine), but I digress...... there I am in the bedroom with my bag and my backpack side by side, contents heaped into a pile on the bed and it hits me. Nope, not going to fit. No. Way. And then it begins....the negotiations, because, you know, I'M ONLY DOING THIS ONCE. Weeding thru the wallet and pulling out anything that won't fit into the smaller one, leaving out 4 of the 6 pens I carry with me "just in case", do I need all those lip balms? Nope. What the heck do I have a punch card for the yogurt shop IN CLAREMONT for? Pesos and Euros and a trashcan worth of receipts don't make the cut. I'm exhausted, a little nervous but exhilarated when I finally zip up the backpack. Why nervous? I'm a mom. What if I need that tiny notebook, or one of the pairs of glasses that I left out? I marched bravely on my way and guess what? 2 weeks later, I'm fine. Really fine. Went on my vacation. Fine. Sailed thru it all without the stuff I left behind....
Funny how much extraneous stuff we carry without knowing it. And funny how much easier it is to navigate thru life with your hands free, trusting that you have what you need. (And really funny how many times I unconsciously tried to pick up what I left behind, quickly seeing how lovingly my red backpack refused to let me!)
So I guess the question is, what do you want to let go of? And do you want to do it in a happy-red-backpack kinda way?
Dump it aaaaall out on the bed....c'mon, I double dog dare you!