The Diva Diaries is a weekly blog series chronicling the experience of a DIVA University student and client. For privacy purposes, the author chooses to remain anonymous, but in doing so, is able to candidly and unabashedly pour her heart out to readers while documenting her journey.
For the past decade, I’ve lived in the same house. These four walls became my sanctuary during pregnancy, my safe haven during a global pandemic, and a place that I’ve celebrated joys and sorrows--including a painful divorce. Needless to say, my house is full of things, even if I feel like I’m cleaning or clearing out junk all the time. I’m not saying that you’re tripping over matchbox cars when you walk in the door, but if you open a closet, I can’t guarantee a Christmas wreath won’t come tumbling down on your head. I’ve never paid too much attention to how the state of my house or the things in it can possibly affect my energy or create an emotional block within me. But, during last week’s DIVA University courses, I started to realize that there are a lot more things in this house that hold meaning and attachment to past partners, and past versions of myself, that could possibly be holding me back. There are several small items that I have stored away that belonged to my ex-husband or past lovers which I’d never thought about getting rid of until now. Additionally, though, there are photos of my ex-husband in the house. On purpose. See, he’s my children’s father, and when we got divorced I put framed photos of us when we were dating in each of their rooms so that they will always know, despite everything, that they were created by two people who loved each other very much and wanted them in this world. But, upon closer look, I realized that there is a photo of my ex and I holding our babies on the fridge, a framed photo of my ex on our wedding day in my closet on a shelf, and our wedding album exists in a cabinet with other photo albums. I felt like most of these items were harmless to keep, especially if they were stored away. That is until my DIVA University class discussing how your space affects your energy, manifestation, and attracting the love you desire. So, I gathered some of his old clothes still hanging around, got rid of any random photos or items he had left, and into the garbage they went! Items like my wedding album, photos, etc. I kept because I want my children to have those one day. That Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. My youngest was rummaging through the cabinets in the living room and opened one and out fell two ceramic birds that were intertwined by their necks--a favorite sculpture of mine. It was my wedding cake topper. I kept it because I loved what it represented--but the universe had other ideas. It was now in several pieces and that was the only sign I needed to send it straight to the trash with its friends--aka other items from my marriage that no longer get space in my home. It’s interesting how our space affects us in ways we don’t even realize. Photo source: Pexels.com