#photograph #video #streaming GET RID OF STUFF I got so sick and tired of “stuff” that I packed up my house and moved. In the process I got rid of at least 15 boxes of “worthless things or matter”. Items that I thought represented to others who I am and how I want to live my life. But in reality, all of this stuff just made a mess. Every time I cleaned the house I had to pick up all the stuff, dust or vacuum the area it was in, then replace said stuff. Or it was stuff that someone else in my house had used and had left behind for me to pick up and return to its rightful place. Again, more stuff. While I was packing, I looked at an array of baskets that I used to hold magazines next to the living room sofa. Why had I purchased 9 woven wicker baskets? Did I not think that 1 was enough? Granted, tastes change as do the seasons, but seriously…..9 baskets? Even one basket next to the sofa is just more stuff. Why not read the magazine then put it in the recycle bin? Why did I find it necessary to keep them for months on end until the basket overflowed? And then there was the kitchen with every cupboard filled to capacity, and more pots and pans than I could use if I had a family of 20. Did I really need 16 pans? I only have four burners on the stove, so obviously that’s a limitation when I’m cooking. More and more stuff! Donate Or Give Stuff Away When I looked around my bedroom, my dresser was covered in trinkets and mementos from celebrations and parties. Celebrations and parties are wonderful things, but if we keep trinkets from each and every one we attend we will be inundated with trinkets and mementos. Perhaps a single snapshot that could be framed and displayed on a wall or kept in a scrapbook would serve the same purpose without cluttering up the house. As I walked through my house, I kept grabbing “stuff” to put in boxes to donate, pitch, or give away to unsuspecting friends. The Feeling After In my new house I look around me and I see space. Lots and lots of uncluttered space. I see sunlight pouring through the windows and beautiful hardwood floors unadorned with rugs or baskets. In the kitchen I have enough dishes to feed my family, wash, rinse, and repeat. I have enough pots and pans for all four burners of my stove, and have extra room in my cupboard so they’re not all stacked willy-nilly on top of each other. My recycle bin gets filled each week with magazines and newspapers I have read and tossed in there. In my bedroom, I have one beautifully framed collage filled with pictures from parties and celebrations with family and friends. It hangs on my wall above my dresser. All in all, when I look at my home now, I feel peaceful. I feel comfortable and relaxed. And if I want to vacuum, I simply put my feet up, click the remote and let the Roomba do its job….because I don’t have to first clear the “stuff” out of its way.