Letting Go

I now know how a child feels when you throw away his security blanket. I figured it was time to let go of the ballet sweats - they had holes, stains, rips, and tares but oh were they comfy; plus they had seen plenty of good times (and some bad ones) to last a life time. I wanted to ceremoniously burn them but I could not find a barrel, plus I think you need a permit, so I had to settle for ceremoniously trashing them!