Nothing can break me. I woke up this morning and spent a little bit of time thinking about what lies ahead. And I only see goodness. I don’t see homelessness, unemployment, family drama, struggles, or battles. I see only peace, freedom, sovereignty, adventure, and life-changing experiences. If people stopped their busyness for a moment, and took a step back and stepped into their authentic self, they would realize nobody could break them either. Just the fact that we were born, and we’re still here, proves this to be true. Everything external can be stripped away from us, but if we are right with ourselves, it’s irrelevant. We spend our lives reaching for goals and dreams that aren’t even ours. We don’t understand how we are burying ourselves in other people‘s clutter. Letting go is something I’ve had a lot of experience with these past months - yet another toxic relationship, my home, my beloved cat, becoming an empty nester, and at least 90% of my possessions. The good news is my car’s transmission hasn’t fully seized - apparently she wants to stick around for the adventure a bit longer. I’m going to keep talking nicely to her until I get a Class B van and she can retire. The time has also come to set solid boundaries with my family, because they keep trying to shove me back into a box that I work so hard to get out of. I’ve also let go of the stress, worry, societal expectations, and caring what other people think. I’ve observed that the people who are trying to control me with their beliefs and opinions are living a life I absolutely do NOT want to be replicating. As long as they are focussed on me, they don’t have to look inward and face their own truths. Their lives and opinions are none of my business, and mine is none of theirs. For me, death is being stuck in the matrix, working 9 to 5, stressed about money because the cost of living Is simply ridiculous in Canada right now. Working 40 years at a job for a pension and a bit of vacation is not the future I ever dreamed of. It took me a lot of years of losing myself and my way along my path to get to where I am today. Sometimes we need to lose everything and rebuild from the ashes. This way we start from a clean slate, a rebirth.

Today is a day of mixed emotions, and the day is just beginning. I got out of a bed that’s in an otherwise completely empty bedroom, and went downstairs to a disaster of a living room. This kind of represents my headspace right now. We win some. We lose some. Some parts of my life are clear, and completely figured out. Others are still a work in progress. In the process of working through the physical clutter, the emotional clutter has definitely come to the surface. Because I am having to deal with each and every one of my possessions, every emotional stone has to be turned over. I cannot hide from any of it. The days of tossing it in a closet or the garage are no longer here to protect my ego. There is no more out of sight out of mind. The connection between my emotions and my clutter has been eye-opening. It kind of makes me wish I had decluttered years ago, but I also understand I was not ready to. If I was, I would’ve done it already. Sometimes we are forced to face things, we would otherwise sweep under the rug. I am making a lot of breakthroughs - both physical and mental. The three bedrooms are completely empty, the storage locker is only half full right now, the garage has a decently clear path, and it’s getting easier to make decisions about what to get rid of. Mostly, I’m feeling ahead in the headspace stuff. And that’s the hardest part. It’s one thing to have clutter, it’s another knowing why you have clutter and then getting rid of it. Today, I’m going to work on both. I’m down to my last full week, so I need to just get to it. As the physical clutter clears, I definitely notice a shift in the energy of my space and calmness in my brain. Focussing on how the cleared space makes me feel, will help me get through this next week. We win some. We lose some. I had some great wins today. I have gone through all the boxes in the living room, and now have five completely emptied. It was a mixture of keep, donate, gift to a friend, and trash. I parted with a few things that I have had much of my life, but they were no longer serving my authentic self. It has been easier to let go of things than I thought it would be. Creating two baskets for “deal with it later because I’m not quite ready yet” has helped a lot. It’s interesting because one of the baskets has items that I will bring along with me in my van for my crazy adventure. Some of the things, like my crystals, I just simply do not have time to sort and go through. I want to find a way to display and enjoy them. It’s a project for another day, not for the week I’m moving.

Today is a new day, and a reset is in order. With the huge stress of having to book my plane ticket removed, I now need to get my interviews for my summit completed, and the rest of my stuff sorted. They are both priorities, necessary, and completely non-negotiable. The day is starting off somewhat well, but I really do need more than four hours of sleep. I did that to myself. And now I’m going for a morning walk. I really need to contact my list and book the interviews, so that will be the first task I do when I get home. It cannot wait as it should not be last minute. I don’t know what the delay has been in my brain, but that is of utmost importance. Explaining how the summit worked to my sister yesterday made me realize just how profitable they can be. Summits are going to be my bread and butter. I found out a couple things yesterday. Always trust the universe, which was just more of a confirmation. And although something can seem big and scary because it’s new, we’ve all already accomplished scary things in our lives. We are fully capable. I also found out Ian was right about the United States refusing you entry if you cannot prove you can financially support yourself. It’s a new thing where they can reject you at the border if they feel you will be a financial burden to their country. It seems to be more if you are driving across the border - I doubt it will be an issue going for a three day mastermind. However, it’s going to be an issue if I’m driving across the border to go to Alabama and I do not have a steady income. They will reject me at the border. Also, if I stay more than 30 days, there’s different rules, so I need to figure all that out. But the truth is, I’m not going to be going to the United States if I do not have a steady cash flow of income, and the only way I’m going to manage that is to get my Summit going. I have a few ginormous tasks on my plate, each one by itself is a lot. Altogether it’s overwhelming. I have six days until I leave for the mastermind, and I have a certain amount of things I need to accomplish in each of those days in order to get done. There is no time left to ponder around.

This is my last week in this home. After seven years, everything will be gone - except the memories. Moving is always emotional and stressful, even when it’s for something exciting. Every time we close out a chapter in life, it comes with a flood of emotion. Change can feel both positive and negative. Either way, there’s always so much to work through. The last month has been a blur. Between packing, donating, and deciding what stays or goes, I feel so far behind in everything else. Every time I move, I promise myself I won’t collect clutter again - that my house will always be “move ready.” I swear I’ll get rid of the old stuff instead of shoving it in boxes. So far, that’s never happened. But this move is different - I either deal with the clutter, or pay the high price of storage. I realized that if I simply moved to another house, I’d repeat the same cycle - holding on to what no longer fits my life. One foot planted in the past, while trying to step into the future. That’s not the kind of life I want to live anymore. This move marks a bigger shift: my children are grown, and I no longer need to provide the kind of home that I raised them in. Instead, I want to own as little as possible, so I can go on adventures without worrying about a house sitter, insurance, or things I don’t even use. Freedom comes with traveling light. We all move through life cycles, and I’m closing one fully before I begin the next. To outsiders, especially family, it might not make sense. They’re walking their own paths. And let’s be honest: we don’t just compare ourselves to others, we judge. Change is hard. The brain resists it, even when it’s for our greater good. But letting go of most of my possessions has made the shift real. As I sort through everything, I see how much belongs to the “old me.” Many things served me well, but their time has passed. A few treasures are worth carrying forward, either because they still hold meaning or because they belong in both cycles of my life.