Chucking things in a bin

In an attempt to be productive tonight, I found myself rummaging through boxes filled with collections from my teenage years

I found it very interesting to look back and discover things kept that were once important to me.
Items that held sentiment, dreams,goals and hope for the future, or memories of moments I never wanted to forget

Tonight I found myself looking at these items through different lenses

Chucking things in the bin became a overwhelming source of freedom
Not everything, by any means, but certain things that no longer held value or use, found their way into the bin.

Now if only I could be as decisive on my future...
Where the road leads, I have no idea, but I am excited for what adventure is around the corner

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