So being called to cull! What does that mean? I have moved much in my life both physically and metaphorically and I am better for it. I can sit on an item now and decide if it will bring me joy or encumbrance. I can let go of things because I know in my heart I will remember their significance, I do not need to pack them in a box they are in the places of my heart that matter.
Yesterday I let go of all the costume jewelry I still was moving with me, that belonged to my mother. She died in 2009! So for over 10 years I have moved it with me as something “precious”. The jewelry was not precious, my memories of her wearing it is precious. I can see it sitting on the arborite dresser, scattered about, after she had sorted through it for a certain piece. Recently, at a yard sale at the church so many people gathered up one or two pieces of a collection and it made me realize, that keeping it in a closed box in another box was silly. So I let it go to the church yard sale for the next time they are looking to raise funds for a great cause.
I cleared my bathroom today. This is the bin of “stuff” I have collected. The garbage bag I took to the bin was almost as much. How can I collect so much stuff in six months (I haven’t lived here for the past four months). This black back is what I have lived out of for that four months and yet my bathroom cabinet was filled with “just in case” things. Do you know how cluttered your “just in case” cupboard can be?
Call yourself to cull! Be ruthless and be smart. Think about this, if I was taken to an island today and was allowed a car or van load of things what would I take? It is so freeing and very healthy. In a world where “stuff” is marketed to us every single day, rebel, push back and realize the important stuff is in your heart and soul!
#breakingstibah 