I have always liked getting rid of stuff. Even when I was really little, when my parents would yell at me to clean up my room, I would grab a Good Will bag and throw all my stuff into it.
When I had a house it was full of stuff. It made me tired. So, I made a rule. Everyday I had to get rid of at least 10 things. I did that for months. Everything I got rid of increased my energy.
Then one day I couldn’t think of anything else to get rid of. I started feeling so tired. I told my son and he posted on his geek board that I had beer making supplies to give away for free. Within hours there were a couple of geeks taking away my brewery and my energy surged.
After my big purge, I was robbed and then I had even less stuff.
Then I sold my house and I had to get rid of almost everything. There was no room for sentimentality.
It was so freeing to dump all the pictures of my past into the garbage. I don’t need pictures; I lived my life; I was there.
Now, I have less stuff but I still try to get rid of one thing a day.
It’s a good goal to set: by the end of everyday— less stuff.
What’s an uncluttered life worth. Certainly more than any of the clutter is worth.