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.
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