“A sure sign of spiritual growth: you want more freedom and less stuff.” -Lisa Villa Prosen
I woke up yesterday with a sudden and very powerful urge to get rid of a ton of my stuff. I don’t have a whole lot to begin with, but my closet was full of a bunch of clothes I hadn’t worn in years and my shelves were stuffed with books that no longer applied to my life.
I’ve moved cities three times in the past four years (no doubt impulsive and unproductive attempts to outrun my problems), and each time I would lug all these boxes of stuff containing possessions that had long since gone stale. Yet for some reason, I continued to drag all these things with me from place to place, clinging to memories, past periods of my life, and a distant hope that I could reenter certain joyful snippets of time through these objects.
As I continue on my path of rediscovery, I have noticed that I am shedding layers of myself that I have been holding onto for a long time. Usually this happens in the form of releasing emotions or changing my perception about a past experience, but yesterday it came in the form of wanting to pack up garbage bag after garbage bag of shit that has long overstayed its welcome.