So just about a week ago I decided it was time to empty one of my wife's dressers. I figured, no one will ever wear the underwear or socks again so they were logical to get rid of. I mean they are socks and underwear, they can't hold much in the way of memories. Oh what fool I am. Surprisingly the underwear went pretty easy, I saved out a few special pairs to keep in a drawer of her things, a pair of Pooh boxers which were so much her, but most of the real underwear went into a small bathroom trashbag. Then came the socks, oh my god who knew she had so many. I grabbed a 13 gallon trashbag and even this hardly could contain the masses. As I went through the socks to toss (my first mistake of many) I paused several times (mistake 2) to look at socks and think about them for a moment. I then started to separate out a few pairs of socks that were 'special' (mistake 3) while trashing the majority. I kept out a pair of hiking socks, some print socks with various characters on the, and a few other socks with some meaning (how do you have meaning really, you are socks!). Then came the final mistake, rather than going straight out to the trashcan, I carried my two bags, one very small, one a normal kitchen trashbag stretched to the limits down to the livingroom and set them down to go deal with other things. That was 8 days ago. They are still there. One thing fell out of one of the bags, I picked it up and put it somewhere other than the bag. Why? I don't know even now.
Now I am afraid to take the socks out to the trash. What if her parents want some pair of socks they gave her, what if her sister wants something. SOCKS!! I mean really... just throw them away and be done with it. But something keep staying my hand. If I am this caught up over a bag of socks, I dread the moment I start going through the shirts and pants that won't make the cut for the quilt. It is amazing how much attachment I have to something so meaningless and yet fully of history of their own. I can look at so many of her socks and remember some activity we were on where some of those socks were part of the mission.
I am sure many of you have struggled through the time to remove certain things from your closets, your storage and even from the living spaces. Things taking up space because they hold memories that you really don't need the thing to bring back for you. I am sure of this, because I am doing it myself. Some will say 9 months isn't that long, don't rush yourself. I will say that 9 months is plenty long enough for socks :D. Hopefully by the time the trash-man comes on Wednesday I find the strength to actually drag the bag to the curb and let them go.