My Changing Attitude About Stuff

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My Changing Attitude About Stuff
There’s a flea market in my area I’ve been wanting to check out, but its only open on Saturday and Sunday. Last Saturday I was in the area, so I dropped in. And my attitude on stuff has been forever changed.
Recently I went from huge house to small apartment, so in purging I was fascinated by how nothing I had was worth anything. Worse yet, nobody wanted my castoffs even at pennies on the dollar.
The flea market is this, but at a massive scale. Everywhere I went, eager and not so eager vendors displayed their wares- most of which were just somebody else’s castoffs. Everything seemed to be useless, worn out or cheap- I mean of low quality. And the trick seemed to be to not make eye contact with the vendors, lest they see how little I wanted anything there.
Seriously, I didn’t want anything I saw there. I don’t even know what I was doing there. Even after multiple purges, I still have so much junk that areas of my place are piled to the ceiling in a sort of Jenga of stuff- if I tried to take a piece out, the whole thing might crash down.
I have so much extra, it literally makes me angry. So I lash out, fill a trash bag or 2, and the result? I still just have way too much. Having said that, though, I have a red plastic cup with short pieces of wood sawed off in various projects. And If I were to throw it away, I might just regret it.
My sister and I have talked a lot about organization lately- which to me is based on the idea that some magic bins can hold my crap so I may tuck it away for a future that never comes. But that future, the one that never comes, that’s my sweet spot. That’s my focus, my inspiration. I must be honest with myself about the uselessness of various items and dispose of them rather than warehousing garbage, no matter how well organized my storage solutions are for said garbage.
Easier said than done.


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