Preface- I am a recovering shopping addict. Collections can be meaningful and beautiful to others but for me it is a real addiction that isn't good for me. This is just about that.
I've been holding on to a lot of things. Making the excuse that the time, money and energy getting these things meant that I could never let them go.
Then I started thinking about my body in a coffin covered in these things that I think defines me. Why do I think plastic defines me?
I don't like the idea of people just seeing things instead of me when I'm gone.
I'm getting older quickly. I have more things than accomplishments I am proud of in my life. I need to change that. I will change that.
I started small today. I let go of 20 pins that had been sitting in my closet for years. They were gone in an instant. I no longer have to look at those and feel bad that they're just taking up space. Now, I'm doing my extremely expensive backpack collection because why the hell do I have 11 backpacks?
The time and money spent aquiring these things is already gone. There's nothing to mourn.
Here's to becoming a better version of myself who does not buy more but who does more instead.
:)