Stuff. Want. Need. Part.

Not unlike much of the rest of the first world, I have too much stuff.

I have spent quite a bit of time in recent years thinking about buying, reorganizing, sorting, consigning, selling, donating, moving and cleaning stuff.   Household items, clothing, furniture, textiles, gadgets,  and some things that aren’t quite right, that I picked up at a yard sale or a clearance rack anyhow because they were too good to pass up, looked sort of interesting at the time, and still had plenty of serviceable life left, even though didn’t really need it.

For that matter, I don’t need anything aside from food, water, shelter, and arguably love.  I could go on about needs, but you get the point.

This cycle of stuff management consumes an inordinate amount of time and brain capacity.  Busy, but unproductive, nonetheless.  I am not proud of that, but it is what it is.  I am working hard to change as I weed through all of it- bit by bit, drawer by drawer.

Part of me is quite obsessively neat, requiring everything to be in its proper place at all times.  Another part of me can handle dustballs and a few dishes soaking in the sink.   I guess that is the upside of my decidedly near-sightedness.   If the stuff is neatly arranged, and where I would like it to be, from afar without my glasses- I’m good with that… and the dust, well, if I can’t see it, it must not be there.

Once I put on my glasses or finish up reading an essay about minimalism I found online, I am in a near frenzy of tidying up and streamlining.

At heart and in mind, I want to be a minimalist- I like staying at hotels with just the bare bones of the essentials.  I like the order.  On the other hand, I enjoy visiting places with lots of  florals, pattern on pattern and complex color palettes.

In short, I need very little and sometimes I don’t get what I need, but what I want.  Of course, the opposite is also often true, it just doesn’t feel so good.  Too much of anything makes me feel as though I am suffocating and so weighed down.

There is a whole industry selling items to organize stuff, and then yet another, minimalist movement- books, videos, lectures- dedicated to the how to have less stuff which strikes me as complete irony to create stuff about getting rid of stuff.  No offense to Marie Kondo and others with a similar message- I just don’t get it.  Buy a book to tell you how to get rid of all of your other books?  Though I do admire the sensibility and message.

I am on a mission- use, enjoy, savor, but don’t save just in case, share it with someone else and let it go.

Off to the transfer station and donation center- have a load of stuff in the boot of my car.

Yet, there are some things I will never part with…

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