How Much Does YOUR Stuff Weigh?

It took a while to realize how much my stuff was weighing me down. And the day that happened,  I knew it was time for a change.

That day, it was like I had new eyeballs in my head. I looked around my house and thought: are you kidding me? Where did I get all this crap?

What IS all this stuff?

It started innocently enough, by noticing the lovely candle holders I didn't use, and continued with the picture frames I never really liked but used because they were functional.

Then I looked at the furniture I had had for years.

Wow.

Suddenly, my new eyeballs kept seeing shelves and drawers and closets and ROOMS full of stuff that, like flipping a switch, changed from harmless items to big, heavy anchors.

And then I looked inside my closets.

YIKES!

A dress wasn't just a dress: it was a remembrance of who I was with, what happened, how I felt.. all the stories I told myself around a dress. The time I wore that dress to that event and that happened. Just looking at those dresses with my new eyes drained and exhausted me. Would I even want to wear that again? 

No.

As I let go of my clothes, and my knickknacks, and my furniture, energetically I also let go of all my attachments around those things. 

​The weight of all of that stuff was crushing, and I didn't even realize how much I was being crushed!

And then <POOF> it was gone.

Bags and bags and BAGS were filled.
Schlep was called.
The Salvation Army guys got to know me.
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My nephew got furniture, dishes and kitchen items for his frat house.
My sisters got clothes and accessories.
My nieces got purses, dress up dresses, jewelry... 

And I lost a ton of emotional weight.

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©Catherine Borowski 2017
www.celebratingwealth.com

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