I am a Hoarder

I am a hoarder.  I am going through the mostly junk in my garage cursing my grandmother and both my parents for making me a hoarder.  It is incredible the things I have kept; old postcards, wedding invitations, photographs, bank statements, certificates, rejection letters from prospective employers, books and school and university notes among several other things.  I cannot understand why I have keep all of these things.  Why have I felt the need to hang onto stuff?  Stuff that I haven’t wanted to or needed to look at in the last decade.

It has prompted me to reflect on what I am hanging onto.  What part of myself am I not fully ready to let go?  What aspect of the old or new Claire is holding me back?  I have experienced such a shift in my life and lifestyle in the last three years for which I am immensely grateful.

I have resigned myself to the fact that shedding is an ongoing process.  It takes place literally in my garage as I throw things out and it takes places inside of me as I continue to clear out thoughts and belief systems that no longer serve me.  There is stuff in my garage that does bring me joy that I had forgotten about and am very pleased to have discovered this week; like a handwritten letter from my grandmother, old photos of my brothers and I as children, birthday cards from my parents, certificates and medals.  I will be keeping all of these.

If anyone is looking for me, I will be in the garage thinking about how I can be more ready to let go in order to allow new things in.

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