Our lives are too full of things. Don’t get me wrong. They’re pretty things, they’re useful things, they’re entertaining things. I love my iPhone as much as everyone else, possibly more. But what kind of fulfillment comes from buying more things? In my experience, not much. The hole we’re trying to fill up with things won’t ever get full, because things are not what it’s all about. And these changes have catapulted us into a new awareness this past few weeks—the things we own are not the source of our happiness. That comes from somewhere else.
I have bought into the mindset that more things equals more happiness.
And my life shows it. I am surrounded by THINGS!!! Things that I now have to figure out what to do with. Who NEEDS three sets of dishes, twenty-seven drinking glasses, thirteen coffee cups? Why do we have all of this STUFFF?!?!?!?
I just keep looking around me, and all I see are things which need to be packed, to be categorized: keep, sell, give away, store. Everywhere my eye lands is another thing begging to be dealt with.
It’s making me crazy.
That is, more so than I already am.
What am I going to do with all this stuff?
I mean, I already know the answer to this question: I’m going to pack it. I’m going to store it. But this is not about the stuff, at least not about the physical stuff. It’s about what causes me to buy stuff, what do I think having more and more stuff is going to do for me?
Because this stuff isn’t serving me. Being overwhelmed with too many things is not serving me. Too much stuff is slavery. I no longer want to be a slave to my stuff. I have to figure out a new balance between how much is too much, and how much is useful and helpful.
I have a feeling our time in South Africa is going to be highly enlightening on this score. I think I’ll come back with a whole new view on how necessary our stuff is. I think I see massive garage sales in our future.
Because it’s not about the stuff. It’s so much more than that.