I’ve already moved. Other than some stuff in storage, everything I own is under one roof. Shouldn’t I have returned to writing fiction? If this move has taught me anything, it’s that I’m not attached to 80% of what I own. The sooner I get rid of that 80%, the sooner I can write with less stress weighing me down. With these overflowing material and minor financial worries, I can’t focus as well as I once could.
I consider each box I own, now, to be an unsorted box whose contents will end up in one of three piles: keep, pending, or donate. “Keep” and “donate” are self-explanatory, but how about “pending?” That’s anything that I’m not sure if I want to keep. I have a whole “downsizing wall” dedicated to pending things. It’s the last-stop-shop for many of my possessions, with a week-long time-limit, and it feels surprisingly refreshing for me.