Someone in my street keeps harassing me and my family, and I lost my temper 2 days ago and whacked a bunch of things off a shelf. One of the heavier things ended up falling on my soup bowl and smashed a third of it. That specific soup bowl has been discontinued for many years. The manufacturer did make very similar soup bowls just with a different pattern on them, but they’re old and only being sold on places like Ebay. I’m going to take the bowl out of the trash tomorrow and measure it in detail and maybe post it on Facebook to see if anyone has this bowl. I feel like a whole bunch of nice memories have been literally smashed, like that bowl was with me for all that time and I smashed it by accident. That bowl was like a friend and reminded me of a time in my life where I was happy so just ordering some generic soup bowl that isn’t extremely similar or the same is going to remind me of what I’ve lost.
Sometimes i kiss inanimate objects before i put them in the donation box.
I recently moved, and had to throw away a lot of stuff that I couldn’t reasonably take with me. I was fine for most of it, but got really sentimental over a plant. It was just a dumb plant that was barely clinging to life, but I had it the entire time I lived at my previous place. I set what was still good next to the dumpster, because other residents tend to want to snag free stuff. But it was bitter cold and I knew the plant would be fully frozen by the morning. Throwing that scrappy half-dead plant out felt like sentencing a friend to death. I literally said goodbye to it at the dumpster, and thanked it for the time we spent together.
Thank them for fulfilling a need… And let them go. Their job is done. The task, complete.