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