It’s amazing how much “stuff” we accumulate over the years. Things that mean so much we can’t stand the thought of tossing them away, but at the same time mean so little they sit in a box, packed away in an old dusty basement/closet/attic/[insert storage place of your choice here].
Well, I got the inevitable email from my dad the other week – in a nutshell it said, “It’s time to get your stuff out of the basement.” It was akin to the email from a few years ago that said, “It’s time you get your own cellphone contract, I’m taking you off the family plan.” Growing pains.
So today Joey was kind enough to come with me to move all my “stuff” out of my Dad’s basement. On the way there, Joey asked how many boxes he thought I had.
“I think 4, or maybe 6.”
I was a little off.
I couldn’t believe how much “stuff” I really had. And what it all was, I couldn’t tell you! I remember uttering something to the effect of, “I wish you could just throw all this out, since I don’t even know what it is, I’ll never miss it.”
It’s when you start exploring what’s inside the boxes that you get all emotionally attached again. I’ve gotten good at purging though. But as I made my way through one box this evening, tossing as I went along, I got the ‘ol “Awww, don’t throw that out!” from Joey more than once. Despite him being the little hoarding-devil on my shoulder, I soldiered on and tossed two trash bags worth of “stuff” in the garbage.
There’s something very cleansing about de-cluttering your life in a literal sense. All my earthly possessions and now physically in my possession, and the more I’m able to scale down the pile the better off I’ll be. I don’t need boxes of junk following me around. Simplify. Simplify.
I don’t have the energy to tackle anymore tonight, but here are just a few goodies I found as I peeked into the boxes that lie ahead of me: