Never have I considered myself a "stuff" person. I've always, even as a kid, appreciated the minimalist lifestyle. Shopping has never been one of my favorite past times, clothes and fashion are definitely not my thing, and I am soothed by an uncluttered, almost empty home. So I was very surprised to learn just how attached to my stuff I really am.
I've been slowly working my way through my closets and drawers, evaluating the importance of all my little knic-knacs, sorting through my piles of books. I've definitely made progress. A day of closet cleaning left me with an empty shelf, an empty dresser drawer, and only a pair of shoes and my knitting basket on the closet floor. We sold a box of books at our local used bookstore and have a box to donate to the library. And the boxes for donation/selling out in the garage keep getting fuller while our shelves and closets get a little more breathing room. It feels good. I'm feeling lighter.
I'm struck by just how illogical and emotional our attachment to material things is. I can look at an object and know that I have not used/worn/read it in the past few years and that I will never use/wear/read it again. I can recognize that it has no sentimental or great monetary value and that it will continue to sit in a box in a closet for the rest of my life. Yet I still hesitate to get rid of it. And when I do finally donate or sell said object, I have a moment of panic that maybe I should have kept it, "just in case".
But here's the worst part. After all this soul searching and cleansing and feeling so good looking at my empty closet shelf, I want to buy more stuff. This is how it all starts. You want to buy something, just one thing, one thing that you really "need" or you somehow justify buying it. Then all those "one things" start to add up without you realizing it. And there is always just one more thing you want to buy. Soon your closets and garage are full so you think about buying a larger house. Then you realize your bank account is just a bit too low and your credit card a bit too high, but you still want the stuff and the bigger house to put it in, so you start worrying about jobs and how to get more money. Then you read a few blogs and get inspired to change your evil ways and downsize, be happier with less. So you purge your closets and curtail your spending and you feel better. But then you think about that one thing you need at the store. And when you are at the store you see a few more things you need or would look so good in that new empty spot on the bookshelf. Its a vicious cycle.
I have always known that there is no permanent satisfaction in buying things and that true happiness is not found in material things. I truly hate being stressed over finances and feeling pressured to work outside our home just to increase our income when we can already afford everything we need. So I have been surprised by just how powerful the urge is to keep spending money on things we don't need. When I think of spending money as an addictive, unhealthy habit, it makes it easier to clean out the closets and say no to the salesman.
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