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")
