Value

I place value on almost anything. I was cleaning the garage today. Its just a dirt floor so, not clean. I heard a noise that alerted me to something under one of my feet. It was a kind of a metal sound, like coins falling on a hard surface. I looked and couldn't see anything, so I started searching by just moving one foot slightly above the ground, in the area. Eventually, I heard the sound again and pinpointed its precise location. I bent over to feel around and came up with about half of a wire coat hanger. It was still solid, but quite rusty. It has obviously been bent into a specific shape to use as a tool or fetch of some form. My first thought once I identified it was "oh, I can use that!".
For some reason, this caused me to wonder if that relates to my ability to be happy? Or, maybe not? Maybe it's just a sign of the hoarder in me?  After a brief internal struggle, I folded it up and threw into the garbage. I'm sure the other half is hanging on a screw beside my tool box, bent into some other useful tool shape!

Forgiveness isn't just the absence of anger. I think it's also the presence of self-love, when you actually begin to value yourself.
Tara Westover

Love Holij