I came to the realization yesterday that I have too many things.
They're not fancy things. Many of the things are things that I have that go with other things that are things I no longer have--phone cords in historic form factors. Some are necessary things in unnecessary numbers. I appear to have three or four dozen forks, yet seating for only eight (fourteen if you count the couches and the popason chair.)
I have a popason chair--king of the "seems like a good idea at the time" furniture.
I have an unopened box of 1989 Upper Deck baseball cards.
I have thirty year old Matchbox cars.
I have a set of coasters given to me by an ex--eight years ago. She now has a husband and two children. I've never used those or any other coasters in my apartment. Did I mention they have our faces on them?
I have more "gym shirts" than you can imagine. These are shirts that fell out of the normal rotation bc of a hole, stain, or because the startup I got them from went out of business.
Yesterday, I fell in love with the idea of getting rid of it all--of anything I didn't actually need. I imagined the full Graham Hill lifestyle--only the bare necessities, folded away in a living space just large enough for me to live. It felt very freeing.
Does anyone want a flatbed scanner from 2004?
Are you a size 34 34? I have new pants for you.