heart space

recently, i saw some scratches on our dinner table. it’s not really noticeable, but i chose to immediately have it refurbished. i’m thinking it would be best to fix it now rather than when it already hurts the whole look of it. as soon as it was pulled out of the house, our dining area showed a considerable open space despite putting a temporary table, smaller but just the right size for us, in the same spot. suddenly i got the space that i didn’t think i have but i have been wanting! i realized the trick is simple : do away with excess.

as if confirming this to me, i saw an article in a magazine that outlines ways to de-clutter your place. in summary it says, “let go of your old stuff”.  at first i wasn’t sold to the idea because i am such a silly romantic who wants to keep things that come with stories – you know, like the shoes that i wore on my graduation and clothes that prove i was under 100 lbs once upon a time J

and then i remember my daughter  donating her memorable but no longer needed things -- costumes from previous ballet recitals, toys for infants, books in kindergarten, to name a few. it didn’t only make her room much bigger and brighter; it also added to  an institution’s earnings. so why can’t i do that???? for the greater good, right? hmmm... i can’t believe i’m taking the cue from a 10 yr old who watches cartoons  while i’m looking mature in front of the computer..

it should be the same in our lives, i ponder. in my case for instance, holding on to past emotional baggage uses up so much space in my heart. i’m referring to an old grudge with the person that badly bruised my heart in my much younger years. i have not forgotten even after the many years that passed, despite the wonderful blessings i got along the way in exchange for the tears i shed and pain i endured then. i promised myself to forgive only when i hear sorry from the person. i continue to believe it will come “one day”; thus, i keep the ill feelings alive.

but just like the big dinner table i removed to vanish the scratches, i guess it will  afford me extra space in my heart to bury this century old hatchet . who am i fooling anyway .. that “one day” may never come; and if it does, what do i even care still??? i have since recovered and am well taken care of. it’s not a perfect world always, but my heart definitely beats now with a healthy smile.

hannah montana nailed it when she said, “life is a hard climb, but the view is terrific”. i ought to agree (geez, that’s one more lesson from another  child??!!) .

from this day on , therefore, i shall “let go of the old stuff”.  forgive the pain; forget the sorry.. 

bruises no more, so i can look forward to plenty heart space. 

my good morning has broken..

a s l i f e g o e s o n..