I have a few dresses from high school that I’m ready to rid myself of. One, they don’t fit anymore. Two, they just hold too many memories that I want to put in the past already. Three, they’re taking up closet space. Having them isn’t fulfilling anything for me. They’re probably hindering me emotionally. Every time I see them I think about the past, and I’m trying to live in the present. 2 years ago
How I did it: I'm the kind of person who associates items with memories and thoughts. For the longest time I hauled around a lot of my childhood things that I, quite honestly, never looked at, cared about and were just taking up space. I felt obliged to hang onto it.
A stack of musty magazines I'd already read and wanted to hold on to to read later. A pile of high school dresses that don't fit. Old birthday presents I felt guilty just getting rid of. Heck, boxes full of old homework from way too long ago that I felt the need to keep. (And we're not talking just high school, only a few years ago. We're talking like elementary school, which sounds ridiculous as I type it).
But I only have so much space and only so much capacity for remembering things or caring about them. Those magazines weren't ever really going to be re-read. Those high school dresses were probably never going to be worn by me ever again (no matter how hot I looked in them). Nobody really expects (hopefully) that someone holds onto that cheapo drug store present you get them forever. There's just some things that are meant to be let go.
This also applies to thoughts on things. Guilt. Mistakes. Embarassments. Anger. These things aren't meant to be held onto forever. It's OK to be angry; embarassment is temporary; mistakes are to be used to learn from and get over. But to keep seeing things and remembering things and living in the past isn't how life is supposed to be lived.
So in a way, I shed stuff from my belongings that I was ready to grow out of. Physically sometimes, but also emotionally. I can do without reminders of things that are only going to bring me down. I choose to keep the good memories of things, make more good memories and live in the present.
Read how I did it… 2 years ago
That aren’t improving my life.
I’ll be eliminating this before the next bill is due. 2 years ago
Sewing Machine- fulfilling (creatively and emotionally oddly enough)
Bulletin board- fulfilling (creatively and spiritually- I put quotes on it)
Broken headboard- Not fulfilling.
Loud desk- Not fulfilling me creatively at all. Not big enough!
Taping my work to the walls with masking tape- Not fulfilling!
Extra floorspace in my bedroom- fulfilling (emotionally)
My room is sort of my sanctuary. It fulflls me only to certan extent. It recharges my batteries. I can’t tolerate having a TV in my room anymore because it’s just too distracting. I rarely watch movies in my room.
Taking walks- fulfilling (emotionally- clears my mind)
Hmm… gotta think more about what fulfills me and what in my life just isn’t helping me. Physical possessions as well as people and actions I take. 2 years ago
The past couple of months I’ve been packing and organizng things in my room- and my life- to simplify things. 2 years ago