I have a lot of stuff. Not expensive or extravagant stuff, but just the random detritus that one collects traveling through life, especially if one is a hoarder. I don’t have a use for a lot of it, but yet I can’t seem to get rid of it. Why? Because it still works, I might need it someday, it goes on and on.
The bottom line is, I have trouble letting go of things if they are perfectly good. Even if they have no use in my life.
I’ve tried selling a lot of it, and have gotten rid of some that way. I have boxes of stuff though for our next yard sale, which I know won’t all sell. And I know what I need to do, no matter how hard it is.
I need to get rid of it.
Whatever doesn’t sell at the yard sales this summer needs to be carted to Goodwill, or wherever else will take it. I need to let go of all the clutter that abounds in my house. I don’t need it, I don’t even want it, I just can’t get over the fact that I spent money on stuff and I won’t get it back. I honestly can’t even recall what most of the stuff in the boxes in the garage even is. It needs to go.
Someone else might need it, and put it to good use. And my world will be a little easier to navigate with much less stuff.
Of course, I hope I sell a ton of it at the yard sales, and snowflake it all to debt. A girl is allowed a dream or two, after all.