Today I threw away, well recycled, my “hospital” water jugs. Most of you know what I mean…the plastic water glasses that they give you while in the clink, that you take home and eventually have a plethora of. Well today, I let them go.
This was a big deal for me. First of all, they’re terribly convenient. They have measurements printed on them so you can tell how much water you’ve consumed. Which, for me, is important. I have to consume an obscene amount of water, being sans colon and all. Second, they represent a horrible time in my life. They “conveniently” have the name of the hospital printed on them, so every time I look at one, I am taken back to that time when life seemed at it’s worst. I am reminded of the pain and uncertainty that took up my days.
It’s funny, I had never even thought about it before. They were just part of my life. But, as my family and I are getting settled into our new home and life, I looked at them. I was going to wash and stash them as usual. Then, I thought, why? I don’t NEED them. Why am I hanging on to them? That period in my life was over 3 years ago, and it’s NOT my life anymore. So, I let them go. I want to leave that chapter in my life behind me.
I’m amazed at how something that seems so insignificant can actually mean a great deal. I wonder what other “things” I’ll discover that remind of that time?
For those of you who are wondering if I have a new water jug, I indeed do! I bought it at a gas station in Washburn, WI. It has “Holiday” printed in bright red letters on the side. Even thought it’s the name of the gas station, I find it a nice reminder that each new day that I am blessed to live, it’s a jolly holiday.