Every now and then, I have a Garage Sale of the Soul. Not a glamorous one. No matching bins. No labels. No Marie Kondo.

Just me, sitting among old memories and emotional receipts wondering why I still own things from 1997. 

I drag everything out into the light. Old heartbreak. Dreams that didn’t happen.

Regrets. The need to prove myself. That weird belief that everyone else got the right life and somehow I missed the exit. A few stories I should have donated years ago.

I cry over some things. Laugh at others. And occasionally discover I’ve been carrying boxes so long, I forgot they weren’t furniture.

That’s the funny thing about healing. Not everything goes. Love stays. Compassion stays. The beautiful moments stay. The lessons stay.

But shame? Put a sticker on it. The need to be chosen? Everything must go. The belief that I missed my life? Half off.

The pressure to have it all figured out by now? Free to a good home.

Because maybe healing isn’t becoming someone new. Maybe it’s finally realizing that not everything you’ve carried belongs to you.

And maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to take every box back into the house.

There Is No Place Like You: The Yellow Brick Illusion is available on Amazon.

Join the journey 💛 michele-natale