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.