stretching the metaphor

I met my therapist today. Then I went to work and spent almost three hours shredding documents. I sat watching, mesmerized by metal teeth grinding and chewing and digesting the records of people’s histories, some of them good, some of them painful, all of them gone forever, destroyed by the need to make space. The entire room is dedicated to memories. I am surround by the proof of people’s past actions. But part of my job is to destroy them, to make room for the future, to expect this community to move forward and to create the next chapter of their lives. These documents are not forgotten. They are not suddenly and forever useless. Yesterday they were carefully stored. But the new season has come, and priority begs for sacrifice.

Now there is space for growth.