The Item

I threw it out today, and it felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders.

I stared into the stainless-steel trash can, the sparkly glitter of the object catching my eye.

For years, it sat on a random shelf in my living room, taunting me with its gaudy nature and stupid grin.

It had been a gift from my aunt, and I was sure she had collected it from an antique store during one of her trips.

And up until today, I had always felt too guilty to rid myself of it.

But this morning, something inside me shifted, giving me the strength, will, and courage to do what I wanted.

Maybe it was the spring air or the sun shining down on me, but today felt like a new beginning.

And my aunt would get over it.

I lifted my head, eyeing the empty spot on the shelf. What would I replace it with?

I grinned as the possibilities swarmed around in my mind. I owned much nicer knick-knacks that fit in much better with the theme of my house.

But I would remove the dust before I did anything else

I then scanned around the rest of my living room, searching for items that no longer carried any meaning for me.

Suddenly, I could no longer breathe. Everything I owned; it felt like it was suffocating me. And I wouldn’t be able to escape.

But I managed to regain my breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly until the room no longer spun.

I would not be stopped.

Not today.

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