Monday, August 10, 2009
The Shreds of My Life
One of the tasks I embarked upon after deciding to leave my marriage was the cleaning out of the filing cabinet, after which there was a stack of paper 3 ft high that needed to be shredded. I put this stack, along with the shredder, out in the hallway where it would be walked past and seen, a zillion times a day. My reason for putting it out there was simply because there is ample space in the hall and, on my many journeys to and fro, I figured I could stop and shred.
Well, this refuse pile has become ever so symbolic for me. It is now reduced to half its former size and my eye is constantly on that pile; my eagerness to have it shredded and done with becoming more powerful by the day. It just seems that, no matter how much I shred, there is still so much more to do! Why is that pile not decreasing in size more rapidly, for goodness sake??
The thing is you see, I just know that when that pile is gone, a huge weight will be lifted off my shoulders and I will finally feel free to carry on with what will be.