Of Decluttering

I have noticed something over the last 6 weeks.From about September last year I have been decluttering. Both physically and emotionally.I’ve had a lot of things hanging over me that were incomplete. Things that were holding on from a previous life. Things that consciously weren’t present in my thoughts, but sub-consciously were. Things that impact my Present.There were files and paperwork that I never referred to or needed. Old video collections from the mid-late 1990’s (including some amazing Level 42 concerts). Clothing I haven’t worn for decades. A Hunters & Collectors black leather biker jacket from 1993. Sidenote: It totally failed to make me look cool.I’ve closed my storage unit from a part of town where I was married and lived for 17 years and never quite got around to emptying.I have a new one. New beginnings.I’ve had a chance to reflect. To put emotional baggage to rest.This decluttering has given me the strength and the courage to confront my family over issues of my marriage ending, lack of relationship, and their lack of acceptance of my reality (which they’ve been unable to reconcile their belief systems with). It has been nearly four years.I have spent a bit of time with my family these last couple of weeks. I’ve noticed some interesting and somewhat disturbing dynamics that need addressing.I have come to the realisation that around my family (siblings, not parents), I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel that they’d be there for me if everything fell over. The phrase ‘blood is thicker than water’ simply doesn’t apply in my case.It has been acknowledged by them that if I deemed someone important enough to introduce to them, that rather than being welcoming and accepting, it would be uncomfortable and awkward for everyone.It was a very enlightening conversation.Getting these things out in the open removes clutter. I now have clear options.- S