What getting rid of our Christmas tree reminds me off every year.

I never want the Christmas tree to come down, but I’m inevitably glad when I walk out and see how open the space, how clean and fresh the room looks. I feel like that’s a good metaphor for life. So often I don’t want something to end, but, once they do, it turns out there’s a new and exciting opening in my life, room for fresh and exciting things, unburdened my the past’s clutter.