A ton of stuff?
I’ve heard of people getting rid of all but 400 items or even all but 100 items. One young man wanted to try living with no more than he could carry. My mind can’t quite grasp that. So my goal is to donate-quite literally-a ton of stuff. I wish I’d started weighing everything at the beginning, because it’s kind of a fun concept, and will benefit me in two ways-I will have a goal in mind and if I meet that goal I’ll be very conscientious about what I am dragging through life from now on. Certainly it doesn’t take nearly a ton of items (excluding house and car!) to care for one 140 pound person.
The ton isn’t furniture or necessities, either. So far it’s clothes I never wore, bedding and kitchen items I never used (and frankly had forgotten I owned anyway), and books I either never read or could easily check out from the library or read on my e-reader. I’ve already donated about 120 pounds of stuff this week, just since I started weighing. I believe I donated at least 200 pounds before that, things that weren’t weighed. Most of that was clothes. I have another box of books and three other boxes already sorted for donation. And a 30 pound bag of fabric I’m still looking for a home for. Weigh in before donation is tomorrow morning.
A ton of stuff. Is it possible that I was holding onto so much?
By the way, for the first time in memory I went to Walmart a couple nights ago without going through the clearance aisle. That’s a first. Another first: I walked out with only the food I’d gone in for.