“Do not store up for yourselves treasures…”
Over the last twenty-two days, Kevin and I have been purging—going through clothes, shoes, movies, and random stuff in our home. One would think this a monumental task, overwhelming because of the challenging way we decided to do it.
It seemed easy at first. January 1, we set aside one thing to give away, the second, two items, the third, three. The pattern, if followed, would amount to 496 items. Now that’s a big undertaking.
We started backward, which is much easier to do. Then the numbering went wonky, and we started tallying to see how many items were given. Somedays, I checked off a particular day because I had that many objects. On other days, tallying things worked better. No matter how we worked toward the goal, getting to the total number of the challenge turned out to be the game.
We have taken various things to thrift stores; other articles we have sold or are trying to sell. We are ahead of the game, I am happy to say, with only 31 items left to give or sell.
Our parents lived through the great depression. We were taught, waste not, want not: we may need this, that can be fixed, what if… I have lived this phrase throughout my life. So, it has been challenging to get rid of things. I’m by no means a hoarder, but enough is enough.
Kevin inherited his parent’s belongings—Kevin, the sole heir. I have my parent’s things–one of many heirs. But, it all landed in my lap, as I am living in my parent’s home now. Most of their belongings were in storage until mid-February last year. I planned to have a family gathering to let them choose what they wanted. Then, COVID 19 hit the streets. Isn’t that like life? Just when you think you can accomplish something, BAM! something else interferes. Slowly but surely, I have given things to my brothers and their families, but there is still a ton to go through. And there is this: Kevin and I have accumulated a lot on our own in the last 35 years. I feel like we have stuff coming out of our ears. Sheesh!
Anyway, what a freeing exercise. I believe I will do this again in a few months. Having to go through all my parent’s things, many of which are unwanted by the family, I have learned a lesson. Not everything I cherish will be cherished by others. I will then endeavor not to leave a ton of stuff for my children to deal with after my demise. Well, this is my hope anyway. It’s just stuff—some sentimental, some not. The ‘some nots’ are considered for the going—the sentimental for the asking. Tastes differ. And frankly, what I may have in abundance is what someone else may need.
We all have treasures to keep and treasures to give away.
–“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
A thought-provoking truth, to be sure.