It's a funny thing, this shift in thinking/feeling away from acquiring to reducing. I haven't read any Marie Kondo stuff, so this is not inpsired by her, more it's the impact of clearing my Mum's flat (in 2016) and her room at the care home (2018) and just how much 'stuff' there was.
Looking back, as a girl who left home at 18 with a suitcase that contained 90% of what she owned, I have since then treasured and cared for everything I have acquired. Reluctant to waste anything, I kept jars of screws, washers and nails (they went a couple of years ago), leftovers from craft projects (the last of which went this week), books I'd never read again (around 1000 given away in the last twleve months) and so on.
Beyond that were the things kept for sentimental reasons - many of which have survived assorted culls, and are now in my 'memory boxes' - a couple of medium sized storage boxes that will, if necessary, one day go with me to a care home! Things that spark memories. Things that have no inherent value, yet immense personal worth. Badges, certificates, mugs, childhood toys, photos, souvenirs.
But mostly, I'm, joyously becoming increasingly ready to let things go. And the cats are joining in too! This morning we culled a big bag of toys they don't play with, and in some cases haven't played with, to give to the charity that rescued them. We still have plenty of toys. And it does seem that even the furries are enjoying a less cluttered environment.
I don't for one moment regret acquring all this stuff, it has over the years borught me joy and delight. I suppose it is a little bit scary when I realise how many hundreds of pounds worth of stuff I am rehoming, but I have no regrets, about buying it, having it or giving away to bless others.
Still a long way to go to be truly minimalist - but it feels like the right season of my life to slim down the 'stuff' and enjoy the space!