Today we sold the 1972 convertible VW bug to Ed & Amy V.. They will take great care of it and love it and drive it all over. Even though they are buying it, I will always think of it as ours. My sister had a bug in high school that we drove every where, we had one when I was little that was lime green and my dad painted a picture of a black stallion on the side. I feel like these beetles are a part of me and that it's not right to get rid of it. BUT..it's not mine to keep or get rid of, it's my folks. And after running out of gas in it two times, (once last night) I thought Peace Out bug.
It's always been important for me to check myself on getting attached to material items. I don't want to place too much importance on the value of the item (unless it's a necessary thing, like my house..or camera) but rather the value of the memories. I get stuck in ruts when I hang onto things I don't need, or hanging onto something too long.
Letting things go...materialistic and otherwise. That is my challenge. It feels good already.
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