I'm sure many of you remember George Carlin's bits about stuff.
I've been thinking about this for months!
I've been thinking about this because I've been down-sizing my house, getting rid of stuff at a rapid pace. It's been hard! Well, some of it has been fairly easy because it was someone else's stuff (a.k.a. shit) and it is always much easier to get rid of other people's shit than it is to get rid of your own stuff.
I've learned over the years that it's helpful to have a friend there because they're not emotionally attached to all of that shit that you have and they'll help you get rid of it. I went to help my folks pack up their house last year, and I was supposed to be helpful in that capacity. The problem? Some of their shit was my stuff! or it was stuff that was Grandma's, or stuff that I played with or loved as a child . . . and I can't let that stuff go to a rummage sale somewhere . . . can I? So I brought boxes of stuff back home.
And then a few months later, as I started to clean out my own house to try to downsize I realized that I have way too many boxes of stuff. So as I weeded through my stuff I added more packed boxes of treasure to the pile I started from Mom. And now as I face moving to a small apartment, I'm thinking I'm going to have to go through those boxes and make some Very Hard Decisions.
But enough about that. I'll think about that later.
What things do you have that you just can't bear to part with? I talked about glasses yesterday, cheap printed glasses that I bought for less than a dollar over 30 years ago. Silly, right? I've gotten rid of the crystal I got as wedding gifts. I've got crystal that was Grandma's in boxes in the basement. Why am I using Snoopy glasses? Because I like them. Because they evoke fond memories (unlike the wedding glasses) and because it won't be devastating if I break one (like Grandma's stuff).
And those Santa mugs that I only will get out at Christmas? No, I won't part with those. I loved them as a child and I just can't bear to think that they wouldn't be in the family anymore. Sigh.
It's MY STUFF!