The last person I shared my weekend project with stared at me blankly, blinking, with a face that you would expect if you told someone you rode to work on a Unicorn.
a.k.a…”are you nuts?”
I shared that this weekend I would be photographing the sentimental items I have kept stashed away in a bin in my closet so I could donate them with a clear conscious. Including Brown Bear, my first stuffed animal that was given to me when I was born. My dad and Brown Bear even had matching scrubs for a while. The person I shared this plan with is 2 or 3 times my age, and still had her first stuffed animal. A bunny.
She never plays with this bunny, sleeps with it, or hangs out with it. I haven’t slept with a stuffed animal since I got a cat, so the bear spends its time in a bin in my closet with other neglected sentimental items. I have some great memories of the bear, but a photograph can elicit those memories just as well as the real thing while taking up loads less space.
I still get perplexed looks from people when I share that I have purged half my wardrobe, and hundreds of other items I rarely used but still feel I have a long way to go. Other times I get the sense that it sparks curiosity in people who crave a bit more order and intention in their life, as I felt when I started this journey.
I like to think that Brown Bear is about to go on a journey of his own. Off into the world to meet new friends, have new experiences, and enjoy more meaning in his furry little life.