The Zen of Less Stuff

I have lived in the same house for 22 years, accumulating more books, clothes, chotchkes, and enough assorted craptacular items to start my own junk shop. I had intended to have a yard sale to recoup at least a bit of the money that went into acquiring this stuff, but today I made the decision to load it into the car and take it to the local thrift store. Two trips later and I think I am starting to make a dent. It feels soooo... much better doing it this way. A little bit tough leaving things that I've had since childhood at the door of the store, but ultimately a far more gratifying thing to do.