Question of the Day = Need or Want?

My day started off as I was jarred into a state of alarm by a fog horn as the 6:25am ferry sailed past my house. My adrenaline already pumping, I got up and had a cup of coffee. This may explain the stupor I was in by 3pm as I sat at the Library on the computer while Emma looked for some books. On another note...

I have no idea why this woman looks so happy. Based on what she's doing she should look like me... A zombie-like creature roaming from room to room shaking her head in disbelief and turning in circles like she has one foot nailed to the floor while mentally calculating shipping costs. Her friend even seems happy to be helping her. I wonder what planet they're from? I know I talked about this yesterday, but even after bringing a liberating bunch of stuff to the thrift shop today I am going to be at about 30 boxes of things to ship east! One of which was big enough to hold Emma, which I considered briefly. Just kidding, but life certainly has a lot of baggage, as do eight year old girls. I'm declaring a strike on Christmas gifts bigger than a 3x5 card this year and they have to be consumable. All in all though, it was a productive day. As I look toward the end of our trip and having to pack my 'real' house full of things and move them when I get there, I have to ask myself this question....Need or want? Heaven knows there are a lot more things I want than things I actually need. Why for instance do I need 5 bread pans? I'm not a pioneer who needs to bake enough bread to feed my farmer husband and strapping young lads. And how many toys can 1 girl play with in the course of a week? This current change in my life is helping me ask questions that will help me live a more quality life, emotionally, and physically. Figuring out why I do the things I do is the key to letting go of my less beneficial behaviors in favor of adopting better ones. Like last night I figured out that I was holding on to all this stuff because it's my Lopez stuff. I have been so happy here that I associated the stuff with the feelings. In the end though, the stuff is not what I really want to take with me, it's the relationships. I have yet to find a way to successfully put those in a box. If I could do that I'd rule the world and I could have Donald Trump delivering my morning paper on his bicycle.