Letting Go - Part 2

For the last two weeks, I've used all of my spare time to clean out my old office. The space has sat unused for the last seven years. It's taken that long to come to terms with closing my business. I sat at the same desk, in the same place, for more than ten years. It was a big old wooden desk that belonged to my father when I was a kid. It's not pretty; and I still remember when he accidentally burned a four inch patch on the top with a lit plumber's torch.

I'm a pack rat by nature. Every drawer, cabinet, and shelf was filled to capacity. Cleaning out that space was an emotionally draining process akin to sorting the personal effects of a recently departed family member. Even the white board was covered from top to bottom. Nestled amongst some notch filter diagrams and cartoon characters I found a quote left by my son long ago:

"It's what you learn after you know it all, that's important." John Wooden