Ever since I was a kid, I had a tendency to want to keep things and treasure them. I think I naturally want to remember their stories.
My mom didn’t really know or have us routinely clean and get rid of things we don’t use. So, we’d always end up with just huge tubs of toys or whatever. And cleaning was a huge purge that was always emotionally distressing for me. And, I accumulated a lot of stuff with having two houses from divorced parents.
I have grown up a little bit. I can straighten up my room. I can get rid of clothes I don’t wear. I can do laundry without feeling the burden and dread of doing so. I like washing dishes up and having a clean kitchen.
But... I still have a lot of stuff. I have kept my notes, binders, books that my grandma gave me from high school and two years of college. So, books I don’t read and notes I don’t refer back to. Still, I have this emotional connection to the work I did, the person I was back then, the lesson or person I was learning about. I am an anxious person. It’s so easy to live in the mess or just shut the door to the closet. I am ashamed of this hoarding. I think I’m anxious about not having something and it being gone forever.
“What if I need it?”
I like rereading my papers and feeling that pride. I like seeing a drawing I made. For awhile and maybe even still, being good at school was the only source of my confidence and self worth. But, I don’t like rereading a journal when I was the most depressed. I also don’t like having 4 tubs of old papers and 3 boxes of books in my hallway. (We’re redoing my room and eventually I’m supposed to move out, right?)
I know I need a perspective shift to let go of the things I don’t need. I need to change the narrative to be the person I want to be. I need to be able to let go of these papers without the fear that I’ll need them and I’ll miss them and that I won’t remember. I want my new room to be full of stuff that “brings me joy” as Marie Kondo explains. Stuff that I use or like. Not stuff that’s like weird emotional baggage that I keep out of guilt or fear or avoiding being wasteful.
It’s a waste of space to keep things I can’t use.
It’s a lack of faith in myself not thinking that I will keep learning and that those notes served their purpose.
It’s harmful to me to keep written words or papers that bring me negative emotions.
It’s holding onto the past and keeping the narrative where I am not looking forward to the future.
So, how do I remember all that when I’m sitting in front of the binders and papers and folders that I feel compelled to keep? Any tips? Any recommendations? Anything that worked for you guys? I’d appreciate the help.