The KISS for this week got me thinking hard. If I was asked a year ago to pack my whole life into a backpack, I would have laughed. I'm the type of person that loves saving things "just in case", I store old papers, of fabric pieces saying that I might use it later.
But I imagine leaving everything familiar, the noise, the routine, comfort and I'm forced to think deeply. If I had to choose the most important things in my life, what would make it into my backpack?
First I pictured my backpack, small, lightweight, nothing flashy, just enough space .
So Inside the bag I'll place:
A journal and pen : Because I love writing down my stuff, and feeling less weight.
Essential clothing: Not the trendy ones, just durable and comfortable.
My phone: To stay connected to a few people that truly matters.
I'll also let go of anything toxic in my mind and heart. Letting go of bulky memories that drain my emotions.
While selecting each item, I noticed a surprising thing: instead of having the spirit of deprivation, I felt lighter,
like an invisible weight I was carrying has finally been lifted.
Some things didn't make it into the bag:
- Clothes that I no longer need or use
- Gifts I held onto our of guilt not because of love
- Pieces of fabrics that are not being used
- Screenshots, old chats and memories I was scared to let go of.
Sometimes it's easy for us to hold on to things just because we're afraid of who we would be without them. But the truth is freedom is the best feeling, letting go of things that are not important helps us be truly free.
The imaginary backpack helped me to face myself, stripped of possessions, expectations and noise. And in that simplicity I found a strange and nice kind of freedom. And what feeling is better than that!?
Yes, I your pen and jotter mean a lot as it is capable of taking away your burden.
That's a very tricky thought...what would go in my backpack. Thanks for the thinks!
When it comes to screenshots and old chats, I can relate very well.😂
And yes, there’s no feeling better than the feeling of freedom.
Greetings, dear Madilyn