Downsizing may be the most difficult thing I’ve attempted. College was easier. Surgery is less painful. Building my house was doable (obviously). Collecting decades of stuff was a breeze. Of course, I say this mid-stream, paddling against a strong current with a potential undertow in every box, bin, drawer, envelope, pile or shelf, possibly containing something to send me on a trip down memory lane or off on a tangent in another room. Being methodical is nearly impossible and some encouraging words or outsider objective assistance would be welcome. I’ve never been to rehab but I wonder if this is an equivalent. Simplifying has a way of calling into question the very meaning of your life. It’s not just stuff.


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