1. An Old Mustard Jar with a Record Needle Inside
2. Bed Pillows
At about 4pm we ate burgers at a local fast food chain and so, you know, the whole birthday dinner thing was sorted. Not surprisingly, in the morning, when his roommate asked, "Did ______ make you feel special?" I burst into tears.
But right now, I cannot stop laughing. A fucking mustard jar?
I am writing this because not because I care to cruise down memory lane. I am writing this because I have a problem holding on to anger and I am happy, truly elated, that I can laugh about these things now.
There was a time when telling any story of a past hurt would have made my blood boil, heart race, and jaw clench like the whole bad episode was unfolding in the here and now. This is the danger of my mind, tricking itself into ripping and re-ripping wound after wound after wound.
But now I'm able to let this go. Which makes me wonder, what else can I let go of?
Image Credit: Spring, Erwin Blumenfeld, 1930's