With the prospect of moving potentially on the horizon, I have been taking a much more critical eye toward all the stuff we've managed to accumulate through the years. While most of it is useful, is it necessary? Would I really want to pack it and move it? Or would I prefer to go "alpine-style," as my husband is fond of saying (where you take the least amount necessary so you can trek fast and light through the mountains or wherever).
Some things are easier to get rid of than others. Parting can be such sweet sorrow. Why does clinging to certain objects strangely comfort us? I really don't know why. We can't take any material thing with us when we die and go to heaven, so why do we have a hard time letting go this side of paradise? It is amazing how an external pressure (such as a possible move) can motivate one internally to do what would otherwise be put off indefinitely.
As I work to more freely let go of excess "stuff," my practical therapy is I need to donate to charity my ever-growing bag before I get cold feet and start removing things from the bag.
Then I need to start another bag.
For more tips on getting rid of stuff, check out my post: Shed 10 a Day, the Easy Way