I spent the better part of Sunday cleaning out a room that housed many things I no longer need. I found my first tax return from 1971. I found hundreds of cassette tapes. I found old photos that I had long forgotten about. There were photos all through out my life. Photos back when I had a full head of dark hair.
I gathered two boxes of books to donate and another box of other items I haven't used in years. I can't see myself ever using tennis rackets again.
There is a certain joy in purging things from the past. Between the things I sorted to trash, burn or donate, I have a good feeling of accomplishment. It adds more value to the items I decided to keep.
Now it it time to reflect on things and then I'll move to another room; probably my shop and clean that out.