Wednesday, 6 April 2016
I've never got the whole 'minimalist' vibe. I collect stuff. I like my things around me, pretty things, books, piles of magazines (which have been read but that I think I may want to look at again) I never do.
So I decided at the ripe old age of 43 that I need to declutter my life a bit. Having sorted through my wardrobe and got rid of 2 black bags of items I haven't worn in forever, I have tentatively started on my desk.
I came across a very pretty shoe box (joules I believe) full to the brim with snail mail.
I love snail mail. I love all the pretty stickers and washi tapes, the postcards (I used to do postcrossing) and I just can never bring myself to throw the letters away.
But you know there comes a point when you realise you just can't keep hold of it all. I mean, they become a bit of a fire hazzard after a while.
So I sat and re-read the lot. Each notecard, letter and even some little books people had sent to me. I remembered friends I'd lost contact with, which made me a bit sad, but life moves on.
Then I threw them all in the recycling. I'm not going to lie, it was hard. But I'm a bit relieved that i've done it. I have to be honest and admit to myself that it was the first time I had ever re read those letters, they just sat in that box all closed up for years.
I'm proud of myself that I let go.