I’ve had to work through a few hurdles over the years as I’ve learned to be more intentional with my stuff.
One of my big issues, like any hoarder of cute stuff, is the belief that all my stuff is worth good money and has endless potential. There have been times that I’ve kept something I no longer used not because I liked it, but because I knew I’d never recoup what I felt like the item was worth and I knew it could be used somehow and it killed me to not find its best use.
I told myself if I couldn’t make it fantastic in my house, I should at least hang onto it until I could sell it properly on ebay or in some make-believe shop for what I was sure someone somewhere would pay for it. I always felt like it was my responsibility to either give each item a great home in my house, or find it a great home with someone who could appreciate it.
Typing it out here only makes me realize even more how ridiculous that thought was…