Seriously.Do I need two TVs? Do you? Does anyone? How many TVs can you watch at one time? Do my sons “need” any more Legos? Does The Husband “need” another scarf/ shirt/ tie?
Do I “need” a Starbucks card? Does my best friend?My house is cluttered right now. Since my mom died a month ago, my sister has been mailing me boxes, boxes of old photo albums or faded letters or chipped plates or vintage dolls. I open the boxes and then immediately get paralyzed. The boxes are currently stacked in the corners of various rooms, waiting for me to do something with them, something constructive like put the contents away or make a decision about things.
The only decision I can make is this: NO MORE STUFF.I am feeling clogged.
A few years ago, I went on a self-imposed spending “diet.” For Christmas that year, instead of spending money on meaningless junk, I gave everyone a handwritten letter of why they mattered to me. Granted, the mailman and my sons’ school bus driver might have preferred the cash, but I like to think that they were ripping up my letters in front of me in an effort to respect my privacy and also to not make other mailmen and school bus drivers jealous.My point is: stop buying stuff.
Tell people you love them. It is enough.MOV
("Materialism Overshadowing Values")