Old Sheets and Thoughts

A couple of days ago, I said goodbye to the duvet insert I’ve had for about 12 years (I had to google to make sure this was a reasonable amount of time to keep this thing before writing the length here. It is.) I also bought a new cover and new sheets.

I bought these items right as the year changed, but for a week and a half, I couldn't be bothered to use them. I think it's because subconsciously I believed (and it's true) that once I got rid of these things, I'd be giving myself a fresh start.

As I was putting on my new bedding, it reminded me of a poem I wrote about 12 years ago when I was still doing things like writing poetry. (I also forget that I used to write poetry until I thought about this poem.) It was after a heartbreaking split. I bought a fresh set of linen and wrote something about how there wouldn't be anymore tears on this set. I wish I could remember the words because I believe it was good and I think the sentiment still holds true.

While overall I feel in a great space these days, I know there was still some residual things hanging out in my mind. Now that I've said goodbye to over a decade of sleeps, thoughts, and tears in this duvet, I'm ready to let it all go and fully step into the woman that I've developed into over the past year and a half.