Locker 1325

I've always had problems with some endings. Or at least I tend to think so because I used to keep my mother talking to me at bedtime. Today I let go of something, and really felt the visceralness of doing so.

I got locker 1325 at the IMA when I started grad school. I'd meant to give it up last October but somehow it got put off. And then my special skill at procrastinating at certain tasks ticked in. But today, I made it happen.

I took more or less my once upon a time swim around the pool, took a last shower under the one good shower head, and packed up the contents of my locker, and passed my lock back in to the authorities.

I think the visceral reaction came from having had so many routines over the years, keeping me active. But I have found other ways, other places. It's good to move on.