By Jeannie Watt
I’m in the process of moving, and let me tell you—I’m quickly coming to appreciate the beauty of minimalism. Unfortunately, I’m not a minimalist. I’m a maximalist—not quite at hoarder stage, but I have a predisposition to keep stuff “just in case”. And you know what? I’ve used the “just in case” stuff often enough that it’s very hard to let things go. Very. Hard.
The decisions I hate the most concern those things that are on the cusp of being antiques, but not quite there. The things that, if I hang onto them, will
porcelain head doll in the early 60s, thus kissing a future $20K goodbye, so as I sort through things, I have a strong feeling that I’m giving away future $$$$ when I let things go. But if I hang onto those items, they’ll end up being relatively worthless, like the Vinnie Barbarino doll that I bought as an investment in the 1980s. Therefore, I may as well just let things go.
Yep. Just let ‘em go…
On a side note, I think the clothing in my closet is replicating when I close the door after cleaning it out. I’ve packed up three big black trash bags and every time I open my closet, it looks the same as when I started.
So wish me luck as I sort and decide, sort and decide. Tear my hair out. Sort and decide. J