Okay, I know it’s not officially spring yet, but for me any sort of massive cleaning and purging brings the words ‘Spring Cleaning’ to mind. I spent most of this last week mentally preparing myself for selling and donating all of the possessions I’ve acquired over my short adult life. I’ve discovered in the last 5 days that I’m overly attached to the things I own. I realize this must sound a little silly since, after all, they are just things, but there is something about our culture that promotes, and maybe even glorifies owning a lot of stuff. Even when talking to my roommate about selling most of what I own, she tried to talk me into keeping it all. But in the end it basically comes down to one simple question: Do I actually need all of this stuff?
The answer I’ve discovered is NO.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think owning a lot of stuff is a bad thing, but what I realized this last week is that wanting to keep everything I own because I don’t feel I should have to part with it IS wrong. When it comes right down to it, I honestly don’t care about most of the stuff I own. Outside of a few meaningful items like an old jewelry box I purchased in Germany, a wooden doll my mother brought me from Japan, and 2 elephant figurines that once belonged to one of my grandmothers, everything else is expendable. If it breaks I either live without it or I replace it. It’s that simple. So why should letting it all go be so hard to do? I’m still not sure, but I’m doing it anyway.
So I emptied my bookshelf & sold it on Craigslist within a day.
I cleared out most of my clothes and shoes.
And I piled and bagged everything I’m not keeping.
While I still feel a little sad about parting with some objects (notice the leg lamp above), I realize that they can be replaced. Sure it might not be the EXACT same item, and I may never actually replace them, but I’m doing it for the greater good. I’m doing it for a dream of mine: Travel. I could have kept everything in a storage locker somewhere, but for me it defeats the purpose of living without strings attached. I want to be free to explore and decide my path in life. I don’t want to have to worry about retrieving everything from a storage locker some day, and more importantly I don’t want to worry about making payments for storing the things I didn’t have the strength to let go of. So as my room begins to empty, I find myself feeling less sad about selling all my possessions, and more excited about the trip in front of me.