I just cleaned out my storage unit in Ithaca NY. After three and a half years “on the road”, renting furnished rooms or studio’s it is time to own up to my furnishings again.
I had to decide what to bring to Seattle and what to leave behind. It became one big, long, painful judgment of my life. The process brought on sadness and some depression even. I was not only sorting out my material trappings, but my emotions, priorities, actions and expectations from my past came under scrutiny as well.
Over the years, I acquired so many personal belongings I thought would give me an identity, serve me, make my life easier, or make me look better or smarter or happier. Now that my pilgrimage is well underway, I realize that feelings of wellbeing come sooner from awareness, self-respect, purpose in life, and comfort with what life gives me than from gadgets and goods.
May I remember these feelings the next time I make an acquisition.