Yesterday, I got into a conversation with someone about getting rid of stuff. (I have no idea how we got into that conversation.) I told her that I was a self-admitted pack rat, and (like many other people, I’m sure) I had a tough time with getting rid of things. How many of you have tried to clean out your closet, your attic, or your basement, come across an item, and have said either “oh that holds fond memories” or “I might need that later”? I’d bet that if I asked that question in a crowded room, almost every hand would be raised.
She said something profound: “Everything has a story. When I get rid of something, if, say, I’m giving something away, I’ll tell that person the story behind it. For example, let’s say I’m getting rid of a dress. I’ll say, ‘oh, I wore that dress for a friend’s wedding,’ or whatever the story is behind it. Once I tell the story, I can let it go.”
She gave me some advice: “If you’re getting rid of something, tell someone about it — even if all you do is write it down somewhere. Even if no one ever reads it, at least the memory is preserved.”
It’s hard to let go. We place a lot of value in things, whether they’re people, relationships, or inanimate objects. If something is valuable to you, you gain an attachment to it. The stronger the attachment, the more difficult it is to let it go.
So the next time you’re getting rid of stuff, tell someone about it — even if you just write it down. You might find it easier to part ways.