Or do they own me?
The winnowing down, the looking through, the cutting back has begun in earnest. I spent some time over the weekend going through what was left of my stuff at the Mango Hut. I've made a pledge to finish moving - and to select only the belongings that will fit into my bedroom dresser and single night stand. Oh, and the chest on castors that holds my cake supplies. So, I began to go through things piece by piece. I had several piles - the sell on ebay pile (yea, like I'll ever do that), the sell on Craig's (maybe), keep, donate and throw the hell away.
I didn't get a chance to take my donated stuff away, so Pebbles called me this morning just to make sure that I really did want to donate the stuff in that box. "Really? You are giving away that cup and saucer set? And my favorite table cloth?" Ouch. Shot through the gut. Getting rid of stuff at this level is tough. I've done a good job of getting rid of the easy stuff over the years. So each piece that is left causes me some level of discomfort with it's disposal. I was sorely tempted to take some of it back, but I've managed to live without even seeing any of it for months - and I haven't used any of it for years, in some cases. I do want to live a simplified life, my peace and serenity depend upon it.
Take care of yourself. Be kind to others. Take stock of your stuff.