One thousand, four hundred and twenty-three days ago (but who’s counting?), I wrote another post titled “Baggage,” which was about arriving in Edinburgh without baggage, because the airline had temporarily lost it. I notice, as I re-read that old baggage post today, that I focused less on the pain of the loss and more on the positives of being in a city I love with people I love. Perhaps that’s one way to get rid of baggage — to focus on what’s right in your life rather than focusing on what’s wrong.
You carry your country with you, it’s part of your baggage. — Roy Thomson
We humans have millions of years of evolutionary baggage that makes us regard competition in a deadly light. — Vernor Vinge
Painful events leave scars, true, but it turns out they’re largely erasable. Jill Bolte Taylor, the neuroanatomist who had a stroke that obliterated her memory, described the events as “losing 37 years of emotional baggage.” — Martha Beck
We all have our baggage, and I think the trick is not resisting it but accepting it, understanding that the worst experience has a valuable gift inside if you’re willing to receive it. — Jeannette Walls
One of the main topics of yesterday’s Coping and Healing group was baggage:
Later in the day, I noticed this:
Apparently, everything has baggage, even bubbles.
Do you see any baggage in the rest of my photos from yesterday?
Sometimes I invite people to leave their baggage outside the door, reminding them they can always pick it up on their way out. At the same time, I welcome all baggage and anything else people want to bring in.
Here’s a song from Rent with the lyrics, “I’ve been trying, I’m not lying. Nobody’s perfect, I’ve got baggage.” “Life’s too short, babe, time is flying, I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine.”
Feel free to leave or share any baggage here.
Thanks to all who helped me write my 2nd baggage post and — of course! — to you, for reading it.