Back packs: pockets of old emotions left behind…spring cleaning for the heart

A lighter heart x

Following on with the back pack clearance theme I had a thought this morning as I paused for a few minutes to watch the activity in a park bathed in sunshine.

Decisions are made; we stop doing certain things, being around particular people, performing a disliked job or role or carrying on with a redundant pattern of behaviour. It feels good for a little while as we make the new moves away. That initial clearance fuels us to kick off on a new path and we do feel lighter for it and then (I didn’t want to use the word ‘but’ here) we falter. Just a tad, a little stumble or maybe a big one and it throws us. We’ve done the hard work and the clearing so why isn’t the road ahead smooth and why have we stopped feeling better?

The path is clear and I suspect that what happens is an emotional fallout. We’ve taken all the practical steps but the feelings and hurt, the old emotions, are still there tucked in the pockets of our hearts. We can’t go back and replay old events but we can change how we feel about them and getting rid of the old emotions attached to the memories helps.

One thing that works for me is writing and burning. Write it all down, everything. Don’t worry about how it sounds, spelling, grammar, nothing matters; just get it down on paper ‘any old how’ as no-one else will read it. Then burn it. We are throttled by health and safety messages wherever we turn nowadays so I won’t tell you where or how to burn it safely, you know what to do.

As you watch it burn it’s as if you are letting it go.

If some feelings still remain and continue to rattle around then keep repeating the above exercise until you’re clear. You’ll know when.

I recently had a situation that I could not resolve and I was being drained by it so I tried the above. I had my closest friend in stitches later as I explained how I had done this on a day when it was literally pouring with rain and my comment was the blessed paper was as stubborn to burn as the situation itself was to get rid of. I got it done in the end.

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