I coped by finally tackling the excavation of my guest bedroom. For 2 years it has been where memories go to die....a veritable minefield of framed family photos, scrap books that I had spent hundreds of hours constructing, and The Dress. My wedding gown. A year ago a friend told me about an organization that takes wedding gowns and turns them into burial gowns for babies who pass away. Having lost 2 babies myself, I couldn't think of a better way to pass along my wedding gown. It felt like a much better option than BBQ'ing it, which is what I had planned to do with it. Well, after becoming very emotional and upset yesterday, I was finally ready. This morning at 9am, I met with the woman who runs the organization. I gave her my dress, and we had a little chat over coffee. She's going to cut a portion of the dress off, and save it for me. My son will be able to use it as a pocket square if he ever marries. Despite my feelings toward his father now, we did have a happy marriage for many years. My son was the very best part of that union, and it should be a part of his own celebration in the future.
I went straight to the paint store from there, and painted the walls in my guest room. I've reclaimed that room from 'Crap Catcher', and am transforming it into a beautiful guest oasis. I don't want to leave the door shut on it anymore, and in the last 2 days I've worked my butt off to purge, save, organize and relocate everything that was keeping me out of that room.
I don't remember which expert's advice it was, but 'clean out a closet' as a means of feeling better about life? Best thing I could've done for myself over my Antiversary.
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