I’ve had fun these past few years. I went places and bought a lot of stuff. It was so liberating to be freed from the concerns of parenthood that I just let myself go crazy.
Then one day I was looking for a thing. The actual thing doesn’t matter; what matters is that I had to shift a bunch of the stuff I’d accumulated in order to find it.
As I worked, I realized that most of the items I had to move out of the way hadn’t been touched beyond that initial honeymoon phase of excitement. I’d bought it, brought it home, used it a bit, and put it away to focus on the next new thing that caught my attention.
I took that entire pile of things and threw it away.
I’ve been filling my trash bin quite regularly ever since. The items of value have been sold or given away.
As each item left, I didn’t feel a sense of loss. I felt relief instead.
I must confess that occasionally I feel angry at myself. When I do, I point out that I needed to buy the things in order to learn that I didn’t need them.
I ask myself why I felt the need to buy the things I did. I don’t have an answer; perhaps it truly is a part of our societal programming. The person with the most toys wins, after all.
But that was the day that I realized that I don’t need a bunch of things to be happy. Maybe you don’t either.
Have you ever looked at your possessions and wondered “why”? Please share your stories in the comments below.