Things.

A couple of weeks ago we had a garage sale.  The day before we emptied out our RV in order to consign it.  As a result of these two events, I have been wading in a sea of our things.  And Dave and I have said countless times to each other "They're just things.  Get rid of them." 

But I've found myself contemplating the nature of things.  As much as I don't like the idea, my things define me.  I've realized this while dealing with the many "thing thoughts" that hovered through my head in the past week.
"Why have I kept this thing?"
"Why did I buy this thing?"
"Who gave me this thing?"
"Oh I remember this thing!"
"I have no recollection of this thing, where did it come from?"
"My mom loved this thing..."
"Gotta keep this thing."


The answers can be telling.  At some point I felt the thing was worth parting with time, money, effort to acquire.  I thought it was a cool, necessary, useful thing.  It made me feel happy, prepared, equipped.  Then at some point some of those things became anchor things.  Next thing I know I feel like Gulliver, tied down by a bunch of little anchors.  Well he had the Lilliputin problem, but you get the picture.  Tied down is not a good place for someone who is happiest moving.  So, beloved and not so, some things are gonna go.