During many times in my life, I have been known as the “bag lady”. In high school, a family friend could hardly swallow the amount of things I carried on a day to day basis. Once I broke it down for him, he somewhat understood. I had my backpack for school stuff, my dance bag for dance stuff, my casual bag for work stuff (I went to work from school) and my purse.
In college, my fiance at the time (now my ex-husband) would try to help me condense my “things”. The help did not work. There was no way to eliminate the amount of bags. So, my car became the holding place for my “things” that were all necessary.
In early days of motherhood, the bags were now full of not my things, but the baby’s things. Those of you that have experienced know what I am talking about…the diapers, the wipes, the extra change of clothes, the toys, the blankets, the toiletries, the snacks, etc. In this phase is also when my urge to empty the bags at the end of the day died. Unfortunately, this is still the case. This purse has one tube of lip balm, another purse has chapstick, and that purse I used for the wedding last summer still has the lipstick I decided to wear that day.
In wrapping up a much needed girls weekend. The topic for this blog came to me as I dropped the last of 3 friends visiting off at the airport. The weekend was absolutely complete in all possible facets. We laughed, cried, shared, reasoned, broke-down, and committed to positivity. We danced the give and take dance. We stood in our truth and took turns dissecting where our truths came from and why we chose them to be true. As the weekend came to an end, each one of us thought, “Now what? How do we leave this trip and continue to take sweet care of ourselves? to forgive? to grow and remain always in our stance of authenticity?”
Bags! THAT’S IT! I will use the bag theory so that these “things” are always with me. So that wherever I am, I am home. So that self-sufficiency is prevalent. The first bag that came to mind was my spiritual bag. We set a lot of intentions, practiced a ritual, and reminded ourselves of our own healing powers this weekend and I realized how important it all is and how easy it is to get caught up in day to day life. So I pack my intention of creating a kick a** garden this spring. I also pack my promise to continue taking the sweetest care of myself by listening to my body and feeding it only what it needs and sometimes what it wants. I pack the commitment I have to a forgiveness ritual that will begin with the new moon in February.