On the road again. Trying to get my house ready to sell and it involves moving 60 odd years and every family member's unwanted belongings out in some way. I had an antique dealer in and he treated everything as if it's ready for the junk pile. He would give me something and then he talked about how much man power he would need to expend to move it all.
Well, in my head I say to myself, "if it's that much bother and work then why pay me anything? I should be paying you."
So that thought makes me reconsider and decide to look for another dealer and then I think, "You have been sitting on this stuff for years and it is just in the way."
Then I think of the monkey story. You know the one. The monkey is given a coconut with a hole drilled in it big enough to fit his hand through. Inside the coconut is a bunch of really tasty food. Once the monkey reaches in and grabs as much as he can, his hand full of food won't fit to get back out of the hole. If he would let go he could get his hand out. He won't let go. He is tied to this coconut which means he can't move and so he sits and starves to death. Am I the monkey?
It is so hard to let go.
2 comments:
It is always hard to let go! I'm letting go of books as I finish them...I never did that before - which accounts for the 1,000 or so books I own....
It is hard to let go. I am always hanging on to things. My oldest is like me. Yikes.
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