Memo to baby boomers re: spring cleaning
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When my mother was in her mid-sixties, I found her new habit of giving away possessions morbid. She had plenty of life left, I asserted to my siblings. What was the rush?
The accumulation — years have passed and now all the extra stuff I no longer "need" — feels like a burden. My responsibilities have changed. The family has grown by grandchildren, great nieces and nephews. It's the next generation's turn to build nests. I'm delighted to pass along curtains, towels and gently-used clothing and furniture.
As I declutter my home, I am claiming new territory, more space. I let go of the worn out baggage of the past and look forward to the future. My body is changing and with it, different demands for its care — more time spent exercising, stretching, researching and cooking healthy foods.
It’s an exciting time — long walks appreciating the beauty of nature and the loving network of family and friends I’ve created. The "extras" require more care than I want to give. They need to be dusted, repaired, and stored properly. I’m done moving them from my closet to the garage to the attic. I'd rather be outside kicking a soccer ball with my grandsons.
Susan Scott Morales is a meditation teacher, retired psychotherapist, published poet, novelist, and community contributor to AnnArbor.com and blogger on redroom.com. Her articles appear regularly on Huffington Post Healthy Living. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit her website: susanscottmorales.com or fan page: https://www.facebook.com/susanscottmorales.writer.