When To Let Go And When To Counter

This morning I woke up to a Best Offer on one of my Pocketbooks up for sale on eBay. The offer was on a Classic Dooney & Bourke beautiful pocketbook, I have owned for the better part of two decades. When I say Classic, I am referring to the detail that it has a long strap so not en vogue these current days. Otherwise it is still a very functioning bag and even for a bag of its age it has a cell phone holder pocket, albeit very small by today’s standards. But I am sure you astute readers are guessing that this article is not really about the offer, and indeed you would be right.

The above picture is my visual “stored in a non-smoking environment” endorsement on eBay. What it represents to me personally is a home that has shelved my Best Friends. As the story goes when I was around 4 years of age we lived on my Dad’s childhood farm while he was away overseas in the military. My Aunt Tillie took me every weekend to stay with her and as the legend goes always bought me a present. Every week she asked what I wanted, to which I would always reply “a new pocketbook”. She was/is very adamant that I didn’t call it anything else—not a purse, or bag but a pocketbook. She never tried to change my mind but instead bought me a new pocketbook. Over the span of a couple of years I had amassed quite the collection. When we moved, I was only allowed to bring a couple and the rest stayed on the farm.

I can’t honestly tell you, if I was devastated, I have no recall—but I am sure I was. As a military child I had moved 3 times before getting to the farm and a few more times after that until my present day dwelling. If I was to put a Dr. Freud spin on it, I am sure he would have said the pocketbooks represented stability to me. You carry one with you everyday and its contents contain your life and identity. As time went on I went from buying a Zayre’s special to a Liz Claiborne, Coach, Dooney & Bourke with a Chanel on the horizon and others, each just as special, in between. As I had become more successful, made more money, the pocketbooks became that much more expensive but what they represented stayed the same—stability, having my Best Friend and its contents by my side, everyday.

The days of purchasing a new pocketbook have become fewer and fewer. I believe that is due to maturity and realizing stability—true stability comes from within and nothing external can rival that. Sometimes, though, letting go of a little piece of your former stability can seem like little pieces of your heart breaking off and when those times come, I do what I did with this Best Offer, I made a counter.

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