I’m getting rid of all of my possessions. That sounds dramatic, but I have realized in the past few months that all of these objects are more of a burden than an enhancement to my life-even things I once considered my favourite, like my books. So piece by piece, box by box, I’m going to give these items one last time to shine before they go off to donation.
Yesterday I managed to put together two boxes. The first was filled with old gifts. A six foot stuffed toy snake that I got from my grandfather when I was a child. A bag full of scarves and mitts. A collection of unused journals (it seems that all my relatives ever got me for gifts). A large jewelry box that I got from my sister one christmas. This jewelry box was something that I wanted for a really long time. Now it is filled with old jewelry, gifts from past boyfriends. I almost kept the jewelry because I knew some of it was expensive. Part of me felt bad for giving away gifts; that’s part of why I’ve held on to them for so long. But whether they were gifts or not I don’t need these things. I am thankful for them, but they will serve a better purpose in somebody else’s hands.
The second box is full of all my books. Even my favourite ones. I’ve realized through travelling that it is much more practical to carry all my books on my kindle. I used to dream of having a library in my house one day. But what good are books sitting on the shelves of someone who has already read them? They belong in the hands of someone who hasn’t heard their story before.
It took me about two hours to put together these two boxes. I still have many, many more things to go through. But as I put these boxes into my vehicle to be taken away, I feel a small weight lifting from me. For a while I was dreading going through this process, but now I look forward to it.
Do you have any downsizing stories you would like to share? Does this story inspire you to rid yourself of the excess in your life? I’d love to know in the comments!