Thanksgiving Day was a repeat of the last several: delicious food at Mom and Dad's with their friends, the good china and mom setting the dinner at 2pm, right in the middle of the football game. She doesn't believe in sports, least of all the Dallas Cowboys, Dad's family team...so he and I snuck a few glimpses of the game in the bedroom, they were way ahead of the Seahawks 34 - 3, and then we decided it wasn't worth the arguement.
Black Friday is the Friday after Thanksgiving (the 4th Thursday of November) in the US, where it is the beginning of the traditional Christmas shopping season. People line up to be the first in the store when doors open at 4am. I've only gone shopping on that day once, and it was at 10am. There was nothing left and it was still crazy. This year the ads on TV were insane and I kept thinking, "I'm getting rid of stuff, I don't need anymore stuff". I just left a wonderful job that I loved and was good at, where they loved me and I felt that I made a difference. Last Monday was my last day. With the holiday I still don't really feel the impact of having left it...but coming home with packing boxes, looking at my things with new eyes, it's starting to sink in slowly.
As I made trip after trip up the stairs to my apartment, piling on the boxes in the little living room I repeated my mantra, "sleep, purge, let go, sleep, purge, let go." I have a lot of stuff. I like stuff. I like MY stuff. I'm attached to it. IT makes me happy. Or does it? I look at my antique bedroom set, my handmade, hand painted coffee set from Spain, my 1950's wine goblets with the silver rims, my turkey dish. Eleven years ago some really cool person saw it on my wish list at Crate & Barrel and gave it to me as a wedding gift. I've never used it, and it lasted longer than my marriage. What am I going to do with a turkey dish as I travel the world? Here in the states I spend every Thanksgiving with my folks, and they're vegetarian, sooo.....okay, I have to find a home for the turkey platter.
I don't really own anything expensive or very valuable, and most of it was a gift or I got at a bargain, but I really love my stuff. So now I need to find homes for all of it. I'm taking a long trip. I don't know exactly where I'm going or what day I'm leaving, but it's in motion now. I'm going. I think the journey's begun already, and who needs stuff when they're seeing the world full of a whole lot more stuff?
I've started this blog, the first of my life, to keep track of this journey that begins on Black Friday. Why not? "Black", I suppose because it is the busiest shopping day of the year, and probably because merchants come out of the red. This Black Friday, for me will symbolize the beginning of letting go and going from red to black, a depletion of so many things I want in my life: sun, rest, relaxation, adventure, travel, exercise, health and ME. By letting go, I'm inviting all of this to enter my life.