Moving house last year was tough.
I own too much stuff.
And I've treated the task of sifting through the collections of my Mum and my Grandmother’s lives like a sacred honouring.
My head is full of stories and objects carry their memories.
Though I'm happy to release them back out into the world, I want to do it with care and consideration.
I notice I treat my hang-ups the same way. Once I began to notice this, the questions came tumbling forth.
Where has playing small protected me even though I don't want to do that anymore?
Where does my fear of being seen prevent me from showing up?
Where have my old stories about money tried to keep me safe?
Where has me hiding in photographs robbed me of memories of moments with friends?
Where is my self-criticism just secretly cosplaying as a habit?
Where have I distracted myself trying to accept others’ behaviour, rather than choosing to do the deep, hard, ground-disturbing work of acknowledging what I want for myself?
I've tried berating my inner critic. But it's part of me too. And most of the time it was just trying to protect me.
It's just that I don't need that level of protection anymore. Just like I don't need to be surrounded by so many possessions which used to make a life which is no longer lived.
When I'm willing to let these things go, I have more space for potential I can't even imagine yet.
Where is this true for you? What are you willing to let go?
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