Over the past weekend I had a large sale and got rid of a lot of stuff. I sold and donated things that were a part of the adventure of acquisition. This second phase of a downsizing -The Great Purge of 2015- took me deeper into the jungle of my accumulated awesomeness. I revisited flea market finds and thrift store joys and asked myself "Is it beautiful? Is it useful?" I set up a staging area in the upstairs guest room where I stacked, sorted and priced. I spent a couple weeks preparing for the sale that I said I would never do. And then I did it. And it's over.
These thoughts:
Minor embarrassment with how much I owned.
Happiness to pass things on to others.
Sometimes it's hard to let go.
A sense of space and lightness.
The secret knowledge of empty cabinets.
Smiling inside because I reached a goal.
A cautionary tale?
Think longer and more critically about what I buy.
Experiences rather than possessions.
And most importantly...
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