Letting Go

Off and on during the years I've come close to becoming a crazy old lady. When I was in my twenties I saved what seemed like every newspaper and magazine in my possession until my surroundings were nearly a fire hazard. In my thirties, with a larger place, I started buying more and more furniture and increased my knick-knacks more than 100 fold. My taste continued to change, but I still couldn't get rid of the old to make way for the new. I'm sure a psychologist would point to my growing up poor as to why I have an overwhelming need to hoard (thankfully I haven't gotten as bad as those on reality television shows).

I've tried over and over again to let go, yet it all seems to multiply again when I'm not looking. I've gotten to the point that I don't even know where to begin, but begin I must. I'd like to take Leo Babauta's advice and get rid of five things a day. Somehow I don't think that will be happening. Maybe a few things...