Cutting Out The Chaff

Oct 06, 2025·By Jaggy Thistle

There’s a grain of truth hidden within the harvesting of wheat. Valuable kernels must be separated from the chaff. Light enough to be carried away in the wind, it’s hollow and ultimately useless. The separation is not decorative; it focuses on value. The modern practice of cutting out the chaff in life is something I have adopted. Trimming life’s excess is bringing me much needed clarity and power. I can finally see growth again, but it’s not easy to let go.

Accumulating chaff happens quietly and without malice. It could come in the form of over commitment, material possessions or even the constant drip feed of social media straight into your veins. My chaff? Toxic relationships. Relationships I would be the first to tell my friends or family to cut at the knees, but I somehow don’t afford myself the same advice. I have a season ticket to the ride of narcissism and it’s time to get off.

Let’s talk friendships first. I need a bit of warming up before I slip into the subject of family issues. I absolutely love nothing more than being a supportive friend. I will give you everything I have, physically and mentally, and expect nothing in return.

Not setting boundaries

There are no conditions with me. That’s where my downfall is, not setting boundaries and allowing myself to be so open to being take advantage of. They only make contact when they need something. They don’t celebrate your achievements but happy to run up miles in emotional support without even asking how your day is. I find myself condoning their toxic behaviour they are so boastful of because it’s easier to be passive than have the moral balls to tell them the truth. Keeping these types of friendships costs both patience and attention.

Over the years I constantly ran on empty trying to be the everything they demanded but I finally cut the chaff and started focussing on nurturing the balanced friendships I had. Cutting out one sided or toxic friendships doesn’t mean I am a heartless bitch, it just means I honour the friendships that are reciprocal. It has deepened my bond with people who truly align with my values and support my personal growth. The quality of my friendships matters so much more these days than the quantity. A smaller circle of real connection sustains you in ways a larger diluted crowd rarely does.

Combine harvester chaff spreader with corn residue being discharged in cornfield.

Deep routed fear

When it comes to cutting out the chaff in my family, well that was a much more difficult cut to make. It was more blunt force trauma. Not clean. Not quick. Zero stars, would not revisit. I just often wonder why I let the suffering go on so long. ‘Respect your elders’ was probably the main reason I kept quiet, intertwined with deep rooted fear of the consequences should I ever build up the courage to fight for a happier home life.

Parents are meant to be your safe place. Fearing the physical or mental repercussions you face if you, God forbid, you looked in his direction with any sort of attitude. Belt. Breathing quietly in your bunk bed cuddled up to your little brother, making sure you don’t laugh too loud to avoid any angry consequences. Belt. Late home by five minutes as I run as fast as my feet can take me while wetting myself scared of the reaction. Belt. Belt. Belt.

Manipulation was the name of the game. With fear there was power. Power he held up until last year when I finally took back my control. The narcissistic mask finally slipped where he was exposed for who he really is, and I was able to finally see the damage he had inflicted. It wasn’t comfortable viewing, and I ended up in a very deep hole. A hole I was convinced I would never be able to crawl out of.

Reevaluating my value

But with the support of my steadfast husband, my fearless mother, my supportive stepfather and the reason I breathe, my son, I am navigating life easier these days. Reaching out for help is never easy but I have found a lot of support through a mental health nurse who I see regularly and the medication I take isn’t a solution but is certainly helping me to push down the fear and let me live a better life. Letting go and reevaluating my value has made more room for a calmer foundation for gentle healing, a clearer mind and hopefully long term sustained wellbeing.

We all have chaff. Just sit for a moment and think about the chaff you have in your life. Whether its friendships, relationships, financial, material possessions or even digital life. Chaff can come in all shapes and sizes. Some are easier to recognise but harder to release. Clothing bought on a whim, gadgets that you didn’t even unbox and a cupboard full of forgotten memorabilia. They compress the space you live in but can be pruned down by small steps. A monthly charity shop run is a practical first step or even selling unwanted/unused items online.

Making room for things that matter

Cutting the chaff doesn’t always have to be dramatic, you are only making room for the things that matter. Each object in this case that is released is a small reclaiming of space and attention. Financial chaff is often invisible until you look. From subscriptions you signed up for that you forgot about, recurring payments for services you no longer use or a debt that follows you like a dark cloud. Get your head out the sand and deal with it. Get those bank statements and run a short audit. Cancel unused subscriptions, reach out for financial support from professionals and take control of the financial chaff before it takes control of you.

Cutting life’s chaff is not a one-time act but a practice of regular pruning. Instead of using your energy to mourn what you lose during this process concentrate on celebrating what you keep. New shoots of growth will come, just be patient. Begin with one small cut this week and watch how space grows.

So, for me I will continue to prune and remove the chaff in my life when necessary. I can now see my value. I owe myself inner calm. I am the kernel, and so are you.