i used to have three bins: yes, no and maybe.
dati, the maybe bin gets filled up pretty fast.
being the pack rat that i am, my separation anxiety sometimes gets the better of me. the history of something -- or someone -- outweighs its/his/her relevance. sometimes even if know i should discard it, i get all sentimental and it goes into the maybe.
not anymore.
it's not about not giving value or what-not, but about realizing and accepting that its season is over and mustering enough courage to cut clean.
'kaythanksbye.
maybe my trash will be reworked and become someone else's treasure.
maybe i'll get inggit and have a why-didn't-i-think-of-that moment.
maybe i'll feel guilty and regret giving it up.
maybe.
the thing is,
the maybe bin is there only to buy me time eh. all things in the maybe bin will be sorted into the yesses and nos anyway, to be sorted further until the maybe bin is empty.
i'm streamlining my sorting.
(inhale.)
yes and no na lang.
the maybes go into the no. baka painful, baka i'll cry, baka i'll feel my insides knot but yung nga, deal na lang. we all know it's not easy -- unless you're made of teflon.
if i'm left with 1 thing in my yes bin, then so be it.
upside is i'll have more room ... not to fill, but space for me to move and dance like the dervish that i am.
so yun, look forward na sa upside :-)
let's get it on.
argh. hold my hand while i hold my breath!
