I seem to have a new motivation – in my work and in my home.
My home is becoming organised and I am starting to see a way forward. Interestingly, while I couldn’t be compared to any of those shows about hoarding – I often had difficulty letting go of things like a horrible unused sugar bowl my mum had bought for me at a car boot sale. That need to treasure unimportant things is gone .
I also found it hard to let go of gifts my deceased dad bought for me- they are stuffed away somewhere and I realise that I have never needed to take out a single item to remember the gentle giant who was my Daddy.
His face, his hands, his walk, his mannerisms, his laugh … everything about him is imprinted on my brain forever – and tossing a fancy pen or rug he gifted to me cannot change that.
I guess my brain is healing and I am starting to think logically.
I also now know that I can toss tatty clothes and cushions and that there will always be money for new, fresh ones.
I’m loving my new life .