[Downsizing Zeal] Queue for Review

Not everything you own is valuable! After donating another trunkful of things to a thrift store and with the apartment clearing up nicely, I’m beginning to learn to accurately access how much value an object has to me in terms of aesthetic, nostalgia, utility. After I donate another miscellaneous amount of furniture, I can then set up shelving dedicated to queueing up items for review. Not everything needs to be cut, but everything needs review.

Most of this could go.

Not in the garbage or to the thrift store, but to shelving to be more aesthetically pleasing. I haven’t moved around all the furniture to where they need to go, but what I’m imagining is one shelving unit for boxes/bags to use for outgoing materials, another for things that need a final sanity check before being donated, and a third and possibly fourth rack for things that are up for consideration.

The idea is to be constantly critical, but not rude.

When I was at the height of my hoarding tendencies, I’d keep everything. Even if the object had no value for me, wasn’t aesthetically pleasing, held no nostalgia, nor had any utility, I’d still hang onto it. I still haven’t figured out why. It’s weird to go through boxes that even a few months ago were filled with things I thought I really cared about only for me to see junk I can easily recycle or donate.

I think I needed to get out of the old place for a new frame of reference.

Many of the objects I kept were out of past obligation. Part of the process of downsizing for me is learning to let go of things with more ease. Something that would have bothered me years ago no longer holds the same force against my temperament. Let’s say I owned an object that reminded me of an event I had mixed feelings about, some good, some bad. Why not dispose of the bad elements?

Let’s consider a box of miscellaneous things.

Most of those objects were probably lumped together over the course of various thought processes, either by theme or general size, and might not actually fit well together. Can they go into other boxes? What if we looked at the items with a sense of over-empathy, pride, or greed? How much do we really need certain objects? Are they easily replaceable? Do we still own it because we once owned it?

It’s OK to be wrong. It’s OK to make mistakes.

As I’ve been downsizing post-move, I’ve realized that I kept most of the things I donated out of a sense of feeling like I needed to continue owning these items. I am also beginning to remember that I had packed away into deep storage most everything I cared about, so I have to wade through a bunch of things that I didn’t care enough about to pack away immediately upon realizing I needed to move quickly.

Reviewing is easier with clutter than cherishables.

Endtable:
Quotes: None.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: Looking over some recent photos I’ve taken, what struck me most was how unsightly this pile of things look. How do you fix that? With a shelving unit dedicated to assessing this pile of stuff to assess. My mind was mushy today with a headache, and it’s nearly midnight as of this writing, so this essay is a bit rough.
Related: Other Downsizing Zeal essays.
Photo: The censored bag is just some company. Nothing vulgar.
Written On: March 30th [30 minutes]
Last Edited: First draft; final draft for the Internet.
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