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**Note – after I wrote
this, I realized it was more of a self-talk moment than a moment to encourage you…consider
yourself warned about the on goings between my 2 perfectly shaped ears!**

Have you ever thought about what makes us hold on to things?
What are the emotional drivers that make us think something
is valuable? Emotional investment of time, or mind space.  A specific memory that is triggered whether
fond or fragile? A relationship failed or gained.
This weekend I saw the movie Inside Out.  They talk about things called “core memories”.  They are the drivers that everything else
inspires and expires from.
I wonder how many of the things we hold on to are driven by
these core memories.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve spent much of the
last week cleaning out my garage. 
Cleaning out tubs of craft items and frankly there were enough that
Hobby Lobby should be running a distribution center out of my garage.  There were tubs of Christmas decorations and I’m
pretty sure that of the last 5 years, I’ve only put up a tree once.  There were files that I had moved here from
my previous jobs and loads of things I’m pretty sure I’m holding on to for
decorations if I ever get married.
Possibilities.
Some days.
Lots of ifs and coulds and might bes.
I wanted them for some reason.  Do they make me feel safe? Do the feel my
need from dream space? Do they mask and cover what hasn’t been from what I
wanted to be?
So, I did what I’ve put off for almost 3 years. …I purged my
stuff.  I’ve realized that I was stuffing
an unsafe place in my mind with things. 
And, I’ve begin to hold on to those things as things that will fill
voids.  Voids caused by real relationships
(or the lack there of).  Voids caused by
negative self-talk.  Voids caused by
thinking and holding on to the past. 
Voids caused by being scared to step into the future. 
Possibilities.
Some days.
Lots of ifs and coulds and maybes.
I found treasures, lots of treasures.  It’s not that I was just holding on to
junk.  There were good

things; a
seriously nice set of Stampin’ Up stamp sets, antique handkerchiefs most
likely hand embroidered by my grandmother and nice collection of spools of
thread circa 1964 (Walmart of you want them for the museum, I’ll drive them
over!).  My baby blankets, lots of purple
Relay for Life decorations, nearly every certificate I received in elementary school,
a Ziploc bag of hair bows from my childhood and a nice collection of spider webs and blood worms and decor for a fantastic Halloween party. 

All good things, but maybe not things I need now.  One of the nice things about growing older is
that you begin to know yourself.  You
learn your decorating style, your gift giving style, how you will decorate for
the holidays and more importantly, how you won’t! You begin to learn what
matters most and what doesn’t.  You begin
to be proud of where you’ve come from and realize the impression each of those
steps have placed on your heart. 
I mean its nice to know that your second grade teacher
thought you were helpful in her class and that you really did get an athletic
award once in your life, even if it was participation in field day….and every
kid got one (trophies were too expensive!). Its fun to see some of the early
art pieces you did in 7th grade as you were honing your artistic
skills.  The loads of lesson plans when
you wrote curriculum for an after school program in college were really
impressive….but stop!
Possibilities.
Some days.
Lots of didn’ts, shouldn’ts and couldn’ts.
And yet, you are here. 
A contributing member of society. 
A giver.  A dreamer.  A creative. 
A doer.  And holding up quite
nicely I might add.  You don’t know what
the days ahead will bring.  But, there are
25 boxes of hoarding dead weight that will not be holding you back!
My name is Keisha.  I’m
the person behind the @bigpittstop brand. 
I dream. I create. I emote. I believe in possibilities, but I will not
be held back, stuffed out or driven by some days!