Updated on June 1, 2016
The End of All Things
I have finally achieved my goal of getting rid of all of my stuff! I can not express how excited I am. I have read many people who say how they felt light and free, but for me, that doesn’t even describe it. I feel as if I could fly! I feel like I need a string or something to keep me attached to the ground. I feel like anything is possible!
The most amazing thing that I watched unfold over the last few weeks was how the things that I loved and let stay in my home were immediately wanted by others so that they could love them too. Maybe it is because we like free things from friends. I choose to believe it is because I only kept things in my home that brought me joy.
For instance, I had a very nice crossbody bag that was perfect for last summer. It had a middle pocket, a side pocket, the perfect color and size, everything. I wanted to give it to someone who would like it as much as I did, especially since I knew that I would not need it this summer. As it hung on the closet door, I contemplated who I could give it to. At work a few days later, I was talking about getting rid of everything. One of the girls asked me about the crossbody bag. I remembered how she loved it when I wore it. I gave it to her. It has been a pleasure seeing her wear it every day since with as much love as I had for it.
There were neighbors who came over when I had an open house and they were setting up their new apartments. So many things I had perfectly fit their idea for their homes. Friends and family stopped by and they would see something and say “This is perfect for me.” It was so affirming to know that not keeping junk and unloved things in my home allowed others to have things that will mean something special to them. They will also remember it as a piece of us.
I was also amazed at Bean. I have never given her many toys. I have mentioned before exactly what she had. It always puzzled me that she would not play with her toys but follow me around instead. I gave her kitchen to a church for their children’s program. Her dollhouse went to the Women and Children’s shelter. Bean’s books went everywhere. She was left with two dolls, Barbies and her stuffed animal friends. All of the accessories for these items can fit into a small gift bag. Guess what. Bean is playing with her toys. She doesn’t spend just a few minutes in her room, but she can spend an hour or more. I should have done this sooner!
I would love to know if anyone else has ever had this experience. Was your feeling like mine? Did you regret anything you gave away? I look forward to your responses.