Maybe I didn't start dating young enough to develop attachments to those things? Maybe I relied on my memories? Maybe I still don't get it? I don't scrapbook or shadowbox or even bother to display photographs in my home or office. I just have never felt the need to keep things as a reminder of...well...anything.
So, it's really unusual that I had a shoebox of ticket stubs and event programs and DVDs to discard tonight as I finished my packing. And I think I almost had an emotion over it?!
Fortunately, the emotion didn't last long and I'm over it. But I don't know that I'm over the fact that somewhere, somehow, I became that girl. I'm not sure I understand why I even thought to try her out. I'm really unsure of what I was hoping to gain from it. But maybe, it was a sign of hope? Maybe I thought there was going to be a story worth telling? And like a good performer would, maybe I wanted to be sure I had all the right props for telling that story?
But that story has ended. And now I look forward to creating one with a different ending. I'm just not decided on how I feel about the props.