How important is it to you? How does that influence your life? Or more to the point, how does it impact on your home, and your relationships?
I used to be very sentimental, and found it difficult to throw just about anything out, even after its usefulness had run out. But then I moved out of the house that has been home for more than twenty years, and as I was packing I realized that I have so much stuff from my childhood, and from my student life, and married life, I couldn’t possibly pack everything, and find a place for it in my new place of residence. I had to sift through everything and only keep what I could use, or things that really, really mattered.
I did not find this process easy, and I have repeated it a few more times since then. Every single time, I threw out a lot of things that I actually would rather have kept. But, I can only imagine what my current house would look like if I had kept everything that reminded me of something or someone.
Does that make me less sentimental? I do actually think so, because I can block the emotional reaction I have to certain things, and decide with my head instead of my heart, what I should throw out or keep.
I may be wrong, but I do think that there is very little place for sentiment in the modern era. In general ‘old stuff’ does not mean much to the younger generations. Or am I wrong?
Could it be that they grow into it? I remember years ago my mom wanted to give me a set of plates and side plates that I grew up with, and I pulled my nose up at it! Now, I would give anything to have that set.
There will always be things that I will never get rid of, (I’ll leave that to my children to do after I’m gone! 😉 ), but I do try and keep those to a minimum, so my home and my life don’t get smothered in ‘stuff’. I also think it is a way of moving on with one’s life, to not stay bogged down in the past.
My SO* is at this moment in his life busy cleaning up and throwing out, and he used to keep EVERYTHING… he calls me to tell me how he is suffering, how hard he finds it to throw things out, and I can hear in his voice how he hates it. Things that have been buried in boxes in the garage, mind you, but up to now, he could not get himself so far to sort and discard.
There is a time and place for everything, I always say. You will know when you are ready to clean up – for some it will be sooner than it will be for others.
Keep safe and happy until next time! 🙂