First of all – 117 likes on last night’s post…and still counting! Wow! I’m assuming that a fair number of those are from new readers. I’m very pleased to welcome you to The Miracle Journal. If you’ve got a miracle that you’d like to share, please click here. I post reader-submitted miracles periodically.
On to tonight’s miracle…
I had a really interesting experience a little while ago. As part of my commitment to reducing debt, I’ve been searching my apartment for things that I don’t use. I’ve sold a couple of things that I know I’ll never miss and have gained two things – some money and more space. It’s win-win!!
Tonight I sold my treadmill. I bought it with the best intentions a couple years ago and did use it faithfully for a little while. But eventually it turned into a piece of furniture rather than a piece of exercise equipment. It never really fit comfortably in my apartment, so I decided that it was time to let it go. Tonight a woman came to pick it up.
Here’s where it gets interesting – as she was taking it out the door, I had a flashback to the night it came in the door.
I was still in my previous relationship. It wasn’t a really healthy relationship, but I hadn’t figured that out yet. He said he would help me put it together. We brought two boxes into my apartment that night: the treadmill box and a 24-pack of beer. I’d never seen him drink that much (and I don’t drink, so they were all for him.)
As the evening wore on, he did less putting together and more drinking. By the time he’d popped his fifth or sixth beer and gotten kind of belligerent, I was having serious flashbacks to my dad. I told him why I was getting upset. He didn’t understand. We had a big fight.
Until tonight I didn’t realize how much of the energy of that night was held in that treadmill for me – how much anger, frustration, and fear was hanging around from that night of fighting and watching him get drunk.
As the treadmill went out the door, I felt like taking a huge sigh of relief.
I thought that I had cleared all the physical stuff from that relationship, but I realized tonight that I hadn’t. I wonder if there’s more? It’s funny how hard it can be to see stuff that’s right in front of my nose…just because it’s been there so long that I forget to see it.
Interesting metaphor for life.
I hope the treadmill will have a very happy new life with people who will use it well. And I’m happy to have reclaimed both the physical and the emotional space that it was taking up for me.