I’m breaking up with myself. I’ve had enough and I’m ready to move on…
You see, I’ve spent the majority of my adult life collecting stuff. Stuff I thought I loved, stuff I was passionate about or stuff that was going to lead to a new hobby, a new “me”. Art, books (a lot of books), knitting supplies, antique photographs, pottery, the list goes on.
That girl, that “has-to-have-the-pretty” girl – she’s not me anymore. I’m staring age 35 squarely in the face and I’ve found a definition of myself that does not include the things I continue to move from place to place.
So the divestiture begins…along the way I hope to find some innovative ways to dispose of my things. I’m sure I’ll discover things I didn’t know I had and wonder about things that I thought I did. I’ll probably discover some things about myself as well.
Anyone else decluttering (either your homes or your minds)? What have you discovered?
