So many things.
I’ve been looking around my house with an eye toward emptying it. Maybe its part of a New Year’s resolution, destined to end in disappointment. Maybe, like the Swedes, I look at all this and think “If I’m gone who will want it?” Maybe, like that cute little Japanese woman, I should only keep the things that make me happy. Maybe I should realize that other people would be happier with my things than I am.
There are many sorting algorithms. Mine, at least in this moment, is wondering what to keep if I was living in a 12 x 12 garden shed. Can we find room for the piano? Should we really store all these boxes of photos? Do I need almost an entire other kitchen in my basement? Why do I have so many books?
So this year I want to get rid of a lot of stuff. I don’t want to put it back on the shelf, I want to donate it. I want to find someone to give it to. Maybe sell it? (In a few cases, but mostly not.) Trash is the last resort, but to the trash we are all headed, so some of it will end in a landfill. I’ll try to make those interesting for the alien archaeologists of the future, trying to figure out what happened to this planet.
I wish I had been less of a keeper, and more of a giver.