For me, downsizing wasn’t that difficult- for the most part. I can pretty much go through clothing and items and just the junk I have without much emotional attachement. But, inevitably, there are some things that are just so hard to get rid of- and I had to come to terms with it.
Going Tiny forced us to evaluate our priorities as a family more, which meant that we kept the items based on our goals, and had to let go of things that weren’t in the direction or purpose we wanted to pursue. For example;
Priority: taking time to be creative together and separately
Action: Keeping sketch pads and art supplies, which takes up space, which means we needed to have suitable storage and sacrifice other items.
Priority: that our family would be intentional and focused with the time we have together.
Action: Although we both pursue our own interests at times, it’s important to us to pursue a family culture of togetherness. Which means some of the items associated with unrealistic hobbies or activities needed to be let go of.
And for me, that was hard.
As I have shared in the past, I’m learning oh so slowly how to re-direct my passions without losing them. Somehow, I associated three items with my love to theatre- my tap, jazz, and character shoes.
In no way was it, is it, or will it be practical for me to keep them. Not only do we simply not have the space, they are (clearly) dirty and worn, and none of them properly fit me anymore. Although I would love to one day perform again, it won’t ever be in those shoes anyway- and it definitely won’t be until after Joy is born.
It’s as if I associated these three pairs of shoes with my entire passion for theatre. It feels as though if I give them up, I’m giving up the whole idea of ever performing again. Why do I allow mere items to have the power to create such emotional attachment?
So, I took a photo. And because I can’t bear to throw them away, I’m donating them to a thrift store where their fate can be decided by someone other then me. And maybe, just maybe, a girl with a dream of theatre in her future will stumble upon these shoes that she couldn’t otherwise afford and be encouraged and confirmed that anything is possible.
Okay, I may be stretching reality a wee bit, but five years ago that girl was me. I was so passionate about performance, and was required in certain productions to, of course, have the proper footwear. But ya’ll, dance shoes are just so expensive, and when you are a freshman in high school without a job in a large family it’s difficult to buy anything brand new. So my mom and I searched thrift store after thrift store, and slowly built my small, worn, and hardly-fits-me collection. And I was so ecstatic.
I’m learning that letting go- whatever it may be- is all about my perspective. Wouldn’t it be better to give them a chance at a third life (or finally retirement) rather then selfishly holding onto the idea of a unrealistic expectation?
Wouldn’t it just be better for me in general to search for the positive, life-giving side of scenarios instead of the negative? Probably.
What’s in your life that you would actually benefit from letting go of?