The Energy of Cleaning House
That stupid dress. No matter how much deep inner work I had done to heal from a traumatic experience I had this past year, that dress sat on my floor, a constant reminder. Why did I keep it around? Because I had spend money on it. Because it was tied to someone else's positive experience. And mostly because I told myself over and over that it was a perfectly good dress and it would be better to donate it than to throw it away. But I'm going to scratch that plan. I'm going to take that perfectly fine dress and burn it. That dress holds so much negative energy for me. It's filled with bad memories. With anxiety so bad my arms went numb. It's filled with betrayal. Lies. Nightmares. Fake smiles. Trauma. I'm coming up on the anniversary of the catalyst that burned my world to ashes. And since the dress is tied into all this, it only feels right that the dress goes up in smoke on the anniversary. Everything happens for me, not to me. I've come to apprec...