There are myriad downsizing constructs like “one in, one out” that logically make sense, but don’t address the roots of clutter: An overattachment to objects that might have initially made us happy but no longer do. My concert shirt collection is broken into three categories: Frequently worn indoors, occasionally worn outdoors, and seldom worn outdoors. I stopped splurging on new shirts about six months ago. I’m more critical now, which meant one in… three out.
I was feeling stressed out until Gogol Bordello kicked into the chorus of “Break the Spell,” just as I’m usually always despondent after hearing bad news, until I breathe in deeply and accept the circumstance. No one died, nor will die because of this. It’s unfortunate, sure, but that makes for good writing fodder, so get over it! That’s not meant to be callous or superficial. It’s just acceptance is the first step toward resolution.