On getting one's arse into gear....

I finally came down to Adelaide today to get started with the packing. I'm glad I did because it makes me realise just how much I have to do. I really have to go through things and start getting rid of a WHOLE HEAP of CRAP. Not that I actually own anything that is purely crap... most things I bought, or someone gave to me. But still, I don't need it all do I?

So I have made a decision to be ruthless. Things that stay must only be things that I 1) can use, 2) absolutely love/make me smile 3) or Nannal can use or absolutely loves/makes him smile. Which means a lot of stuff that I feel I should keep will be disappearing. Not in the bin... but to the salvos (lucky them... I think).

The problem I have is that I see things that I think will help better define who I think I am to the world. I have to stop doing this... I have to stop buying into this basic appeal of STUFF that keeps consumerism going. Yes, that vase is pretty, but it doesn't in any way add to who I am. Who I am exists beyond things, beyond matter, beyond thought. So - what's the use of a vase? Its not like I keep flowers...

Unfortunately looking at all this stuff also makes me reform attachments to things. Like all the teddy bears or stuffed animals I own - when will I ever need those? I don't have children. I am not a child any more... So really, I should only be hanging on to the most important ones. But when I go to get rid of them I look at them and remember getting them, remember how soft they are, and remember the little personality that I and/or my sister have attributed to them. How can I give them away???

*Sigh* but I must.

So goodbye useless trinkets!
Goodbye excessive soft toys!
Goodbye stickers!
Goodbye too many kitchen utensils!

And more... I hope!
I can't afford the boxes if I keep all my stuff, so there's more motivation...