As someone who hates having stuff around, it’s super hard for me (mentally) to pack up all of my belongings and move. I want to just get rid of all of it! Where did all of this crap come from and why do I still have it?
I actually love the related activity of going through all of my belongings and picking out things to give to charity. February’s purge is above (just the four bags in the front and the mirror. The tote, tire chains, yoga mat, and blanket live in my trunk). It makes me feel good to get things out of my space. A cluttered space, for me, equals a cluttered mind.
Those bags went to Teen Challenge today. In their place, I hauled in a bunch of cardboard boxes. Soon those boxes will be filled with everything I own, and I will see how much I really have. There’s no way to deny it when nothing is put away or hidden out of sight. It will be interesting to see how much more I find that I just don’t feel I need any more. I truly feel that I just got rid of everything I wanted to… But I’m sure that will change.
Does anyone else feel anxious about having too many belongings? Is this some sort of mental illness? I don’t feel it’s a bad thing to be neat, minimalistic, or organized. However, I do sometimes feel a little crazy because no one else except my sister understands this need that I have to constantly minimize. How do I know if I’m taking it too far? Maybe when I don’t have “enough” stuff left? I don’t know that such a thing is even possible.
Jillian