out with the old

[lizziebelle]

Several people on my f-list have posted about getting rid of *stuff* recently, and that's where I find myself gravitating lately as well. I go through periodic bouts of tossing, donating, and selling, and I'm entering another. Seeing my apartment crammed with camping gear on top of the usual clutter has pushed me over the edge. I have piles of *stuff* everywhere: toss-it piles, donate-it piles, sell-it piles. The tossing will happen this week, and the donating & selling will start when I get back from camp. I *have* to do this, or I will get buried and never surface.

The funny thing is, I haven't been accumulating *stuff* for three or four years now, yet somehow it seems to be multiplying. How does that happen? I think it's breeding.

I always feel better after a purge like this. Lighter, freer. I need to be more unfettered. My *stuff* is dragging me down.

Comments

[mmayhem.livejournal.com]

Closets, I'm convinced there is a back door and someone is putting stuff in the closet from the other side. Also consider your self lucky, I started sorting my storage unit and found stuff I had to have with me... I filled my caddie and guess what I have at least two more trips worth in the end. I am still putting things away a week later. Sigh, I still don't have my books or my photos yet either (I have boxes and boxes of photos to sort through before I even begin the scanning process.

[pjthompson]

Amen. Awomyn, too.