Everything happens for a reason. Well, nah, but sometimes it seems some things do.
I ran late to a work meeting this morning, which means I wasn’t present for the announcement of a room change. I quickly and directly walked into the original classroom, didn’t meet anyone’s eye as I sat down, and realized I was sitting around students instead of familiar staff members.
I didn’t want to make a second scene, so I stayed. It turns out, I needed to be there. The professor gave each student — and me — 16 slips of paper. We assigned 4 slips to 4 categories (people, possessions, valuable beliefs, and experiences), and devoted our most treasured items to each. I think it’s kind of neat that I could only think of 2 possessions and neither were materialistic.
Our next task: rip up 5 slips. Oh, uh, okay.
Next, rip up 4 more. This got me a tad emotional; thankfully a few slips overlapped between categories.
Rip up 3 more. Oh, God, I was tense. I was down to 2: 1) possessions: love letters, and 2) experiences: growth.
The professor said that whichever one we chose usually withstands the test of time. In fact, the last 3 usually withstand the test of time, he said.
I didn’t want to give up my love letters. These letters are incredibly important because they are flawless representations of good love (you don’t get those often). I also didn’t want to give up growth because it’s my prominent driving force.
In the end, I was willing to sacrifice all 4 important people, possessions, valuable beliefs, and 3 experiences… for growth.
I’m curious what your 16 slips of paper would say and how you will feel literally ripping up a handful of them at a time until you get down to 2… and then choose just 1.