26/05/2023
I woke this morning thinking about how we attach ourselves to objects. About how we attach ourselves to people.
I am going through a pretty extreme clean up in my home atm, and even though I forced my mind to focus on clearing and throwing things out I hadn't used in ages or wasn't going to use, there are some things (from a birds eye view, very silly things) I can't throw out.
There's this little handmade fluffy toy for instance. Now.... I don't need this toy, I don't display it, it's truly of no logical use and it doesn't serve the ego as a visual talking point with others or anything, so it's not decor. The 'attachment' I personally have to it is the 'trait' that the lady who made it represents. She is a fierce and independent woman who is wickedly funny and strong and while I was at my weakest period of my life, I obtained this toy and 'attached' myself to the things it represented, to remind myself of what I could be (whether I was conscious of that or not at the time). It became a 'totem' of sorts, without my realising.
So why would I have a hard time letting this item go? Maybe because I don't want to lose that 'crutch', maybe because I believe part of me lives in the item and if I lose that I won't be reminded I can be strong? Maybe I want to be reminded of what I overcame? I'm not sure in this moment, but it sure does make one think about what labels/connections we attach to external objects and places. I wonder what else in my home I will look at and question, and I wonder what it'll take to let it go.