But Do I REALLY Use That?

Here’s my toxic trait. I keep things for way too long. If it’s not broken, I keep it until I can strategically find a loving home for it or because I “might need it one day”. And it’s such a poor use of my time, space, and energy.

Lately, I’ve been using the antique breadmaker I kept from 1998 and it’s REALLY made me happy, but was it actually worth hanging into it for all that time? Probably not.

It’s hard to get rid of a thing you’ve attached a memory to. It’s hard to toss out something you were so proud to have. And it’s hard to admit when things change, kids move out, or you don’t fit into that dress you felt amazing in.

To my fellow collectors, reach out to your friends to help you. They’re not attached to your stuff, they’ll listen to why you are, and then they’ll lovingly walk you through the break up process. Keep an empty Amazon box in your bedroom marked donate and slowly fill it up. Hang your clothes in backwards once you wear them so you see what you just absolutely don’t wear.

All tips and tricks I’m writing down to be my own hype person and use this season of home for the holidays as a season of decluttering. Decompressing my space. And distressing my life.

There. I wrote it down, now I have to do it.