There is So. Much. Stuff. to sift through. So many papers. So many itty bitty tchotchke things. So many decisions to make:
- Do I keep this?
- If not, do I sell it? Give it away to friends or family? Donate it to charity? Set it out on the street with a FREE sign?
- Will I need this in the near future?
- Why the hell did I keep this? It must have been for a reason…maybe I shouldn’t toss it until I think about it a bit longer…
- Will my husband think it’s weird that I want to keep this? Why do I care??!!!
- What if I die tomorrow…should I put a note on this to not read it but just burn it? (this is what I often think about when I look at my stacks of old journals).
So you see my point.
I wrote a blog post on how to make these decisions, but man, the more stuff you have, the more epic it gets. If you can trust me on this one: get rid of “it” now (“it” being that thing you’re wondering about and will likely eventually let go of).
You won’t want to do what I’m doing and get rid of it later along with hundreds of other things.
Kind of like cleaning the kitchen as you cook.
What do you guys do with your journals? I am thinking of reading through them (once this new mama has found time to wipe my arse first), then ceremoniously burning them. But there’s still the conundrum of what to tell people to do with them should I die first.
I never knew simplifying could be so morbid!