Wine bottles

I threw away six wine bottles tonight.  No, I didn't drink them all.  Well, ok, I did, but a long time ago.  These six wine bottles have been with me in my past four homes.

Here's the backstory on these wine bottles:  They had labels from Hatch Show Print.

That's it.  That's the story.  I liked the way they looked and wanted to keep them for decorative purposes.  You were probably expecting a much better story, right?  While I do still have the cork from the champagne I popped with my friends when I got my first job in DC, these wine bottles have nowhere near the sentimentality.  And yet I kept them.  Through many kitchens and many cross-country moves.  Why?  I honestly have no idea.

Part of my attempt at simplifying my life is to systematically get rid of things that I'm hanging onto unnecessarily. Not just wine bottles (although I feel an odd weight lifted at the thought of not packing them for my next move), but expectations, fears, grudges, and yes, random crap I've accumulated.

My dear cousin texted me today and said "I felt prompted to tell you not to be afraid to step out on a limb and jump - and that it will be okay on the other side."  I loved seeing this message.  Good things are just a leap away...and I'm determined to make the leap lighter in all possible ways.