A simple step to throwing: tossing out the bits that mean nothing.
I have moved a lot in the last fifteen years. Some times I would move every two years and sometimes it would be quicker span of nine months. My problem with moving is I become a collector. I have bits of papers that meant something at one point and in my haste to move, I would quickly pack up my things, which basically meant tossing everything from a drawer into a box and taping the box shut till next time. Well, next time for me becomes many months or even years later.
In my recent travels I had the chance to go visit my parents home in the states. I had left boxes with them from my move last year and I sat down for a few days picking through some of the boxes. I opened many to discover bits that were so important to me and now had no virtue. A bag full of shoelaces that I used to make hair ties, old receipts and movie stubs, or notes from college that I thought I might some days use. My trash bin in my room got good use.
For me this is a big step. I like things. As I said I become a collector of my life’s history and have a very difficult time parting with things. I didn’t mind all the boxes when I was younger but now I realize how much I am carrying that I no longer need. I would actually like to live in a place where I have nothing stored.
In returning to Australia, I found I also had to do some rearranging. My room gained some new occupants and thus I lost some storage space. Again the same deal – receipts mainly and some clothes that I had forgotten existed in the four months that I had been gone. So I worked on getting rid of the excess and trying to make my stuff fit in the space I have. I’m not quite there. My resolve to get rid of things has been fading but I know in the end it will be worth it.