Recently I came across an article about extreme downsizing, citing individuals who had sold and/or given away all of their possessions. They moved on to their new lives with only a few pieces of clothing. I wondered what that would be like. The truth is, I like my stuff. I like my comfy bed. I like my pretty purses. And so on.
Then I started to wonder if I liked them too much. Do I possess my things or do they possess me? This question is certainly not original with me. It is easy to get caught up in our possessions. Every once in a while I'll watch the television program Hoarders. I shudder at the messes portrayed and give myself a mental pat on the back that at least I'm not "that bad."
After a reality shot of how bad things could get, I get busy and compile a box of stuff to be taken to Goodwill or some other such place. How do I reward myself for this noble act? Well, I go out and get more stuff. It's a vicious cycle.
So, for today, I am grateful for people who downsize and encourage me to do the same.
I love the part about the vicious cycle.
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