We killed this couch last weekend. We will kill another one this weekend. What makes us so vicious with the furniture? New beginnings, maybe? Sad endings, perhaps? Indy doesn’t have anything to perch on anymore. I hope it’s not a sad beginning.
I’m contemplating not going to see sirsy tomorrow night. I don’t get the email newsletter anymore, gifts are untaken (my own word, so sue me) and sweet songs are still so sad. It’s like there is an uncaring for the awkward. It’s all unwanted. Maybe I’m not. In truth, I have missed a friend and would rather have dinner with her than try to navigate a menu of fried fat. I don’t want to be fake. I thought about making another attempt at an invite, but I know I will be ignored. Head in the sand I don’t want to deal and can’t bear to feel. Letting Go of you.
We killed couches for the sake of moving on. The new model folds out to recline and sleep. In that order. Recline and sleep. I like the new model for it’s wide arms and hidden spaces. Life goes on.
~*LunaSea*~ 
When you let go of things (in my world this is called practicing non-attachment or aparagraha) you make room to confront who you really are. It may not be comfortable or easy … but it can be invigorating and exciting. Letting go of things allows us room to grow.
I like that theory…I’m growing all the time 🙂
Ahhh. the Universe abhors a void. It shall be filled. Letting go is so hard. But, always something fills it’s place. Indie, just like you, will find a new perch. Comfy like the new couch, someplace to rest and recline.
Ohhh sweet Indy, forgive me and the misspelled name. It takes nothing away from your sweetness.
Or, to quote your mommie “so sue me” 😉