After a very busy week, I have realized why I like my small cozy nest of a home.
I don’t like having a ton of stuff around me.
After almost 44 years on earth, and walking alongside both family and friends as they are left behind to deal with a loved one’s stuff after they have passed on, I get that it is all stuff.
We don’t get to take it with us when we die.
We sometimes have a house full and overflow into storage units of stuff.
And other people’s stuff can drive us crazy.
When they leave it around, messing up the house with it, or ask you to help them find it when they lose it again for the umpteenth time.
Now, I must say i too have stuff I love.
However, I pare it down regularly, and try to own it versus have it own me.
I don’t have any expensive jewelry, but I enjoy the few necklaces and pairs of earrings I have.
I don’t print as much as I used to, saving both paper and ink as well as a lot of space.
I try to buy second hand or on a great deal when I can for what I need, not necessarily want. I make lists of what I am needing, and keep an eye out to buy it on budget.
I buy my music and some books in virtual format, saving money and space, and making it easy to bring them with me wherever I go.
I don’t have too much excess of anything, even tea stuff now, which will shock some of those closest to me.
The real reason? I no longer want to pay the real costs necessary in caring for my stuff.
A bigger house means more care. More cleaning.
More stuff, more stuff to care for.
More time and money is also needed for more stuff.
I decided that I don’t want to just work to pay off unneeded stuff anymore.
Basically, all of us need to look at how we view stuff.
How you choose your stuff says a lot about you, your values and priorities.
I tend to spend money more on relationships than I do keepable stuff.
I would rather buy a friend a cup of tea or a latte after boot camp. Share what’s going on in our lives. I try to spend my time on things that will last past fads.
Enjoying fresh air on a crisp sunny day.
The sound of birds chirping as they fly over head.
A perfect phrase that captures an image or concept perfectly.
Water lapping against a dock.
Laughing with my besties, kids and my hubby.
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Being in God’s presence.
This is the kind of stuff I prefer.
Stuff that lasts in my memory, not necessarily collecting dust or space on a shelf.
I drive my family nuts at times by trying to purge what we don’t need any longer (usually outgrown clothing) and suggesting they limit their spending to cash on hand versus credit.
Thinking through why you have the stuff you do will help you to know if your stuff owns you, or its just excess stuff you could live without.