How many stories can you tell? I recently supported a friend with her decluttering. As I removed the cups and saucers from the cupboard, she responded with “I can’t get rid of those – they came from the mother-in-law, grandparents, sister made those, they were a housewarming present”.
I realised as I watched my friend looking on in horror how emotionally attached she had become to her cups and saucers, a safety blanket slowly being pulled away from her. Her emotional attachment to items that did not breathe but had the power of creating such pain.
What is it that you can’t let go of?