#june21962

[susanpaget]

« My god, this might be the last breakfast with our table!» Dale said this morning. He’s preparing a brekkie of bagels in honour of my birthday and in an hour, someone is coming to pick up our 20 year old family dining table, part of the process of packing, tossing, donating and selling that comes with moving house. It’s a coincidence but it does seem that this state of taking stock and culling our belongings is a perfect ritual for a birthday. I’ve always loved decluttering and this feels like an appropriate time to only take what I love through the next year. None of the things that I’ve been shedding have mattered that much until I sold our kitchen table yesterday. This table has had nothing but happy family. gatherings including millions of breakfasts. It’s infused with great energy and the new owner will love it. But me, it surprisingly brings up emotion. Through this table I do feel my age and the weight of a life time. I do my best to let the feelings of time going by too fast and wanting to slow it down pass. I sit down at the family table for a final brekkie with a little lump - of joy, of endings, of gratitude, of beginnings- in my throat. #birthdaygirl #letitgo #june21962 #movingon (at Manly Beach, Sydney Australia)