Working away at eliminating “stuff”. The stuff of self, the stuff of 62 years of unfinished business, and uncompleted projects, the burden of the past. As I mentioned previously, I took 7 cases of books to library – now I think there are probably another 5 cases, at least, to go before I reach my target. As I slowly go through the categories of my possessions, started with clothes – that was fast – not ever been one for lots of clothes.
The second category was books. Big on books. Love books. Do they spark joy? Turns out this is the only way I could bring myself to part with many of the items in my library. Do they spark joy? When you think about it, this is exactly the main criterion one uses when picking friends, or enemies, or restaurants, or music. Why should it not be a primary criterion for deciding which possessions are worth keeping?
Next Category is photographs. I discovered I have 45 years of photographs and only about 10% (maybe) are actually filed in albums with information about what the photo is about and why it is important. Also found a hoard of photos from my parents and my grandparents and my wife’s family along with several cases of genealogy information from a period in the 80’s when we traced our respective families back to the early 1600’s. Haven’t looked at any of these items in decades.
Time to start weeding. Brutally! I confess to lacking the courage to just back the truck up, dump everything in and drive it all out to the dump without ever looking at everything. Not that brave yet. I suspect that the majority of these items served their purpose, their life’s work, so to speak, at the moment of their creation. We shall see. Life was certainly simpler when my “place” was a 5’6″ bunk and a 2’x2’x5′ locker. Didn’t have much “stuff” then. Simpler for sure.
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