“I spent my first 50 years accumulating stuff,” my sister, Carol, said. “Now I gotta spend the next 50 years getting rid of it.”
Yay, sister. You’re not alone. We are all drowning in stuff. Do our things give us comfort or do they weigh us down?
More importantly, how did we get to this point? My parents’ ancient farmhouse once had no closets. Only hooks for hanging work clothes and one Sunday-going-to-church outfit.
And those bygone farmers were happy? Impossible! Not without piles of sweatshirts, tangles of USB cables, shore-spot coffee mugs, never-worn ponchos, two dozen pairs of shoes and those pleated pants that looked so sassy 15 years ago that you just can’t bear to part with them.