Stuff

The other day a friend mentioned that they had sold almost all their possessions in preparation for a move. They commented how liberating it was, how free they felt. It is interesting how our possessions can weigh us down. I have been in a process of purging. Trying to get rid of things that I have held onto for one reason or another. It feels the same way, liberating. It’s like a weight has lifted and my mind is free to consider other things.

My dilemma is (yes of course inside all of this there is a dilemma) that I cannot get rid of everything. I have different reasons for that. One is that some of those things I need, like dishes and my bed. I use those things. I also have sentimental attachments to things. Not to my bed, not enough action there to create any memories to be attached too! As an example I have my Grandfather’s desk. I do not feel that I could just take it over to Goodwill and be done with it. It’s kind of like dropping off his memory like I am done remembering the times we shared. It’s not in the way either and I use it. I think that this example is a no brainer; keep the desk.

What about knick-knacks from past trips? I have little decorative bottles of liquor. Not that many mind you I can think of one off the top of my head. It is the shape of a little orange. I got it in Spain. Do I keep that? I have pictures from my trip to Spain do I need to keep all the other little mementos?

There you go my dilemma. I look at things and try to decide with my mind if I need this or do I just want it. With some things it’s easy and the item is gone. With others I feel the pull on my heartstrings and I set the item aside. Where it remains for days or weeks, well even years waiting for me to decide what it’s fate might be. And what if it is valuable? I would hate to give something to Goodwill only to find out it was worth 1000 bucks. I would never part with anything ever again!