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Monday, August 1, 2016
Why is it so hard to let go?
I've reached a point in my life where I want and need less. That includes my living arrangement and the life-sucking chore of doing housework. In my quest to downsize my life, especially since I've retired from Disney and now live with my daughter and her family, I live in a small but comfortable area in the house that is a bedroom/living room combination, and a huge walk in closet. Takes me all of have an hour a week to keep clean, and I love it!
The problem is that over my lifetime I've accumulated things that I like. I parted with a ton of it before moving in with my daughter. Yet I still find a lot of it stored in containers beneath my bed, stacked in the closet, and a tall curio cabinet I purchased for the good stuff. Don't ask me to part with any of it because I can't. Some of it are items passed down to me from my grandmother, dad and mom. It meant something to them, therefore it means something to me. I'd like to hand certain things down to my grandchildren.
The dilemma I suddenly find myself in is my bed. I want to purchase a new one, the kind with built-in drawers in the side. Ikea has one I like and it would take up a lot less room. However the bed I have now is a huge cannon ball bed of solid wood, and about forty years old and I love it! When my daughter was little she often crawled into that bed with me for the night.
Why can't I let things go? Why is it so hard to replace our old crap with new and better crap? Once that bed is gone I know that I will miss it. I'm one of those people that gives stuff away and then wants it back later. I wish I could just say goodbye and never think about it again. I really don't know what to do.
Whatever I decide, I'm going to have to live with it.