Why do I hang on to all this stuff? This is my constant question as I pack boxes to move.
Memory. If I throw away the geegaw that James made in Kindergarten, will he think I don't love him? Will I forget the feeling of his little arm around my neck as we looked at his treasure together?
Frugality. If I need it again, I'll have to go buy it. Better to keep it and save money.
Confusion. I don't know what to do with this, but it's easier to pack it than to decide.
Truth is, though, all this stuff weighs me down. Do I want to feel light and free more than I want to hold on to memories? Is it really more frugal to keep things? How do I break through the confusion?
Moving is an evaluation. Not a bad thing, but sometimes not an easy thing.
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