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When does enough become excess. I know this is a little off my normal topic, but it consumed my day today and my thoughts, frequently. Things I used to think of as important hold no more value or at least less value. What did I do today? Posted on Ebay. Sold on Ebay. Ran to the post office to mail the Ebay items. Thank goodness, someone else still finds it has value!

Priorities shift on the regular, and that’s fair. Phases of life bring on new necessities. Your life, the equivalent of the universe, expanding everyday with stuff. With things. With consumption. Pretty things, useful things, necessary things, chachkies. Yesterday it was having the right stroller, today it’s about the right car and tomorrow is about retirement. And, it’s all in the garage or scattered throughout your home. Remnants of life, of keeping up and probably, of excess.

The universe that was constantly expanding, starts to contract. Suddenly all of the things, the stuff, becomes suffocating. Maybe it’s around the time that you start thinking of your mortality. Who gets what in the will or the thought of someone else throwing away the things, the stuff, makes you sad? Or maybe you aren’t even thinking about it at all. Or maybe like me you’re ready to take yourself out of the rat race and cash in on what you can, while you can. Then invest in a whole new thought, memories.

Sell it, and hope it will have value for someone else, or better yet, share the stuff with folks that can carry the meaning forward and do it while you are living. Have the conversation and add to the memories. Let the stuff be what jars the memory, and like a fire pit, what people sit around to share stories. And everything else, just let it go. Pull out of the matrix.

I’m not getting rid of my stuff, as a sign of negative, and permanent consequences. This is not a cry for help or to say that my mental health is unstable. Quite the opposite. I think the fact that I’m talking about it is cleansing and healthy. It’s a proven fact that cleaning your living space and organizing your life has a positive impact on your overall well-being.

After all, how much is enough? How’s this for a mental pretzel…what happens when “how much” has nothing to do with money and everything to do with memories. The perspective flipped. The topic changed in an instant. Money is fleeting, but there can never be too many memories.

Soon my walls will be bare and my jewelry box empty. My legacy held in the metaphorical container of memories.

How liberating it will be.