For the last month or so I’ve been trying to weed through my books.
It hasn’t been easy.
I truly love books. I love to read. I love to have a book in my hands. I thank my mom for this. She read to me every night before bed. I never knew this until a month ago when we were talking about all my books.
After reading through an old journal this past week I think I have all of these books because I thought somewhere in the back of my mind that I was going to have this huge house with a huge library. You know, a library with floor to ceiling book shelves with a ladder the slides from one side to the other. I wanted to be like Danielle Steel and write for the masses, have a huge house with my office overlooking Lake Michigan.
I haven’t thought about these dreams in a long time. Its weird that i remember the dream when I’m letting go of stuff, but it makes sense.
It’s time to let that dream go. I’m very happy with the house and the office that we have. I’m giving myself permission to let go of the books I don’t love. Since I don’t have the floor to ceiling library, I dont need to keep the extra books.
This is the bookcase I’m using. It was my grandmas. I dont think she had books in it. I think her collection of elephants filled the shelves.
I do have one more 30 gallon tote full of books. I was trying to keep only the books that fit in the bookcase, but I can’t do it. I’m allowing myself a little over flow.
It feels good to let go of the books I know I will never read. I’m donating some of them to the library. I’m taking 14 books today and then I’ll go through them again in a week or two and do the same thing. I’m glad I can donate my books to a place where people can enjoy them.
It’s hard to let go of dreams and stuff but if I want to move forward in life I have to. If I don’t there is no room for the self that’s been waiting to come out to come out.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.