December 4, 2000
I have been digging out my closets lately, even going through the
boxes of stuff from high school and beyond. I realized I haven't
moved in over a year (a first since I was 18), and that I hadn't had
my yearly purge. So far, I've pitched a whole black trash bag full
of stuff, and amassed an impressive pile of garage-sale stuff to get
rid of in the spring.
A long time ago, I figured out that the best reason to hang on to
things is that you get to go through them regularly, and savor each
memory one last time--before you get rid of it, with no mercy.

The teddy bear from my very first boyfriend wasn't really serving
a purpose. It's not as though I'll give that one to my first child.
But each year, as I've taken it in my hands and remembered the
skittish feeling I had at the age of 13 when I got my first boy-gift,
I've been a little less moved, until this year, it was finally ok to
let it go. Maybe it'll bring a nickel at the garage sale.
Through this yearly purge, I'm literally making room in my life for
new memories and objects with every one I throw away. My head and
heart, like my closet, have a maximum capacity, and it does me good
to get rid of a few more things each year.
I've heard organization advocates talk about boxing up things you
think you can't bear to part with, and putting a date on them, then
pitching them on that date if you haven't dug anything out of the
box. This seems a bit heartless to me--I think you miss something if
you don't go through the items and say goodbye to them. Of course,
you have to resign yourself to saying goodbye. It does no good to
"rescue" memories or items from the box at that stage.
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Betsy Boyd
Editor, HerReality