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Monday, June 25, 2012

Hoarding then purging treasures.


As I continue to sift through closets, the garage, attic, drawers, files, boxes, I am amazed at what has come through my doors and been stored in forty years.  I have had a headache for the last week.  Granted, it is diagnosed as a sinus infection, but I suspect it is the weight of this “stuff” boggling my mind and burdening my spirit.  I continue attempting how to dispense all of these items. 
I have sent fifty plus boxes to the auction and will take a large load tomorrow.  The mission truck will take about thirty boxes plus some furniture.  I have given linens and pottery to friends, packed boxes for the kids with the few treasures they want, and still the house seems full.  I have had a huge yard sale and two art sales. I have worked at giving, donating, selling, and packing for 25 days.
How do we accumulate so much?  I knew my art room was packed with supplies, but I never imagined I had so many magazines, paints, papers, scrapbooks, and stamps.  If this move has taught me anything, it has shown me accumulation is a curse.  I have tried to store up manna, and God clearly said it could not be done.  I never realized manna could be defined as abundance, collections, supplies, or antiques.  Now, I understand why someone declared, “The greatest inheritance to your children is to rid your home of collections from the past years.” 
I am pledging that I am done with carrying items into my house.  I desire to keep our new home clear of anything extra.  I suspect my hoarding is a result of my mother, grandmother, and grandfather, who were reared in poverty and saved everything to be reused or redesigned into a useful item.  I apparently mimicked their collecting even though I have not known their kind of poverty.  After twelve years of retirement, I realize I should have tried this purging much earlier.  Instead, I went to conventions and learned new things to make, do, and collect.
On with my sorting and giving and packing.  This life lesson is most sobering and exhausting.  

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