Jenny collected hedgehogs. Every shelf and window ledge was crowded with them. Some were hand-carved in wood, others were cast in bronze or pewter. She had a whole cabinet of limited-edition porcelain. A few special ones were silver and she even had one in gold, though she wore that on her neck chain.
It didn’t stop there; every wall carried hedgehog pictures. She had them in pastel, pencil and watercolours. She had engravings and lithographs. Hedgehogs appeared on tablemats and tea towels. Even the bathroom mirror was shaped like a hedgehog and in her bedroom the duvet matched the hedgehog curtains.
Jenny was proud of her collection. It had started with a single souvenir from a holiday in Devon and she had added to it over time. When friends and family saw that she was collecting, they gave her birthday and Christmas hedgehogs. Colleagues at work joined in and soon every present Jenny received was some kind of hedgehog.
This went on for many years until one day Jenny realized that there was no more room for hedgehogs. Even the box under the bed was full of them. That day became a turning point.
She decided to slim down the collection. Because she was now an expert in hedgehogs, she knew that not all her collection was of the same high quality so she was able to sort out some to sell. Others she would donate to charity shops.
When friends came to call, they remarked on the space on the shelves and walls. They were shocked to see the bathroom mirror had changed. Jenny got the impression that they thought she had faded into a half-hearted collector. That decided it – Jenny resolved to remove all hedgehogs from her life.
It took several months until they had all gone, even the one on the neck chain. The surprise was that she felt a deep sense of relief. There was a lightness of being which reminded her of childhood. She had more space – both physically and mentally – for exciting new possibilities.
No longer did she see herself as a hedgehog collector – she was going to claim a new identity. She made it clear to all those around her that hedgehogs were the past. At her next birthday she was delighted not to be given a single hedgehog.
While it is unlikely that your life is dominated by hedgehogs, the chances are that you have some habit that has outlived its usefulness. It might be something that is taking over more of your life than you intended. It could be yesterday’s dream. What was once a good idea that’s now a burden?
The beauty of Jenny’s story is that it shows the way to become free does not mean extra work – it means letting go.
I know you don’t get asked this very often but humour me for a couple of minutes. The question is – have you ever used a wheelbarrow?