As I wrap up my purging yard sale, I can’t help but reflect on the emotional rollercoaster that’s accompanied the process. Over the past few weeks, I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why it’s so hard to let go of things. What is it about material possessions that makes us cling to them, even when they no longer serve us? Is it a scarcity mindset, the remnants of poverty trauma, or just plain old stubbornness? Honestly, the answer probably lies somewhere in the middle of all of those.
For years, I’ve held onto things with the idea that someday they might be ueful. I’ve told myself, “What if I need this later?” or “I’ll find a purpose for this eventually.” But here’s the truth: that purpose never came. These things, as sentimental or potentially useful as they seemed, were taking up space—physically and emotionally.
A lot of my attachment to things comes from a scarcity mindset, something I didn’t even realize I carried for so long. Growing up with financial insecurity meant that I developed a habit of holding onto everything, because you never know when you’ll need it. It became ingrained in me to believe that if you have something, you keep it, because there might come a day when you can’t afford to replace it. That mindset is hard to shake, and it doesn’t just apply to physical objects—it applies to how you view security in general.
There’s also the element of trauma, particularly related to poverty. When you’ve lived through times of not having enough, you develop a complex relationship with possessions. Holding onto things can feel like a safety net, like you’re building a wall between yourself and the fear of lack. Letting go of something feels like you’re inviting scarcity back into your life. Of course, that’s not the reality, but it’s a deep-seated feeling that’s hard to reason with.
And then there’s just plain stubbornness. Part of me was holding onto things because of the effort I’d already put into acquiring them. Whether it was the time spent finding that item, the money I invested, or the memories tied to it, I felt a sense of loyalty to my stuff. It was almost as if letting go was admitting that I’d wasted something—energy, money, time. But in reality, it was far more wasteful to let these things clutter my life.
The process of sorting, pricing, and selling my belongings has been more freeing than I ever anticipated. With every item that goes, I feel a little lighter. It’s like I’m shedding the weight of not just physical things, but also the emotional baggage that comes with them. Each thing I let go of is a step toward making space for new experiences, new growth, and new adventures.
Letting go of the things isn’t just about clearing out physical space—it’s about releasing the grip that scarcity, trauma, and stubbornness have had on my life. I’m learning that I don’t need all of these things to feel secure or whole. The memories, the lessons, the person I’ve become—they aren’t tied to the possessions I once thought I couldn’t live without.
So, while it’s been hard—harder than I expected, to be honest—the end result is undeniably freeing. I’m not just getting rid of old stuff; I’m making room for the new life I’m creating, and that’s something I can’t wait to step into.
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