It’s easy right now to be purging our excess things, because half of our stuff falls in the category of excess! It was an exhilarating month–we made $150 out of a trip to the book store, vintage shop, and clothes consignment store. The best part is, it felt good to get rid of it all. I like seeing space in my closet and on my bookshelves.
But I also feel the panic rising up when I start to think about continuing on in the future, and I’m not quite sure why. Why does stuff have such a hold over me? Particularly stuff that I haven’t touched in years, and probably won’t ever touch again. Why is the idea that I *might* use something again a valid reason to keep on storing it? And why do I feel upset at the thought of letting go of something that I know I *won’t* use in the future? What do I really need to live, and what is just contributing to my idea of middle-class security and social obligation to have?
We are in the process of examining almost everything in the house. Just as I felt odd to admit that I wasn’t that interested in the typical pink or white collar job, I feel odd to think about what accoutrements I could do without. Say, a bedframe. Only people in the ghetto and broke college students would just have a mattress on the floor, right? I’m looking at our antique iron bedframe and seeing it as a potential source of money, and also realizing that I’ve always liked the idea of sleeping close to the floor. Why do I feel like such a deadbeat to admit that?
It’s interesting to feel both so liberated and so incapacitated by owning less stuff.