I took on the post-holiday process of making space for our new acquisitions, and couldn't help but think of the phrase from the old novelty T-shirts: "He who dies with the most stuff wins."
I came to the conclusion - again - that it's time to duck out of the contest.
I'm not a hoarder by any stretch, but I'm not living with near the level of simplicity I'd like. The early efforts brought forth some interesting questions.
I asked myself why a household of three that's yet to have a large-scale coffee klatch needs nearly two dozen mugs in the cupboard. The same question reached my desk at work, upon which sat seven mugs beyond the only one I use for my daily caffeine influx.
The closet led to some self-inquiry. Why would I need a collection of T-shirts sufficient to carry me through a month without doing laundry? Of course, part of me went on the defensive. After all, the older ones would be good for painting. Then again, I haven't painted in a couple of years and I can't imagine I'll have a dozen projects in the year ahead.
It was tough to rid myself of a few shirts that carried some good college memories. When recognizing I graduated college nearly 13 years ago, I was then able to convince myself I got more than my money's worth.
I've recognized I'm blessed to have the ability to build up stuff. It doesn't mean I have to act on that blessing. I can't imagine I'll have any regrets.
That's unless, of course, a few dozen folks happen to drop by for a cup of joe and some conversation.
- Jim Collar: 920-993-1000, ext. 216, or firstname.lastname@example.org