I have thought about this so many times with each move, especially the last 10 we have made together in the past seven years.

Granted that several moves were a result of my mom passing away, moving my stepdad into independent living, and then again when he passed away a year later.

Sifting through their lifetimes of “stuff” was sad, difficult and almost impossible. How do you just toss away what was once my mom’s pride and joy, and now no one wants it anymore?

We spend most of our lives yearning for stuff and buying like crazy. How could we possibly live without that new bigger house, the collectibles to fill it, a new sporty car, more clothes, and jewelry?

Then one day we start downsizing after the kids fly the coop and the house is too big to take care of any more. Little by little, and with each move to a smaller place, we painfully give away our sh*t, because no one wants our stained Tupperware and beloved blue, green, red and yellow stack of Pyrex mixing bowls.

Take my advice. Start getting rid of your stuff, one rusty muffin pan at a time. Your kids do not want your old china, bubbled up Teflon skillets or the Precious Moment figurines that you just had to have.

I sure wish I had all the money I spent on the sh*t I collected during my 70 year old life. It would have paid for a lot more great experiences that would have lasted a lifetime instead of my junk just sitting at Goodwill for a second chance in life.

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