For example, I recently
bought a couple of white antique milk glass pieces to store my jewelry in,
thinking that I wanted to slowly evolve my space into a more modern, Art Deco
style, but then realized afterwards that they didn’t fit my lifestyle. They ended up feeling sterile when placed
next to the stack of my favorite well-loved books and film cameras, and I didn’t
ever own enough jewelry to put them to their intended use. Which made me realize that it’s OK to get rid
of something, even if you love it aesthetically, if it just doesn’t work for you. As much as I appreciated the beauty
of these pieces, they just didn’t feel like me.
After allowing myself
to not feel guilty about parting with material objects that weren’t of
service to my needs, I became more excited about spring cleaning and I already
feel more like myself. I moved all of my furniture around (three, maybe four
times) until it finally felt right and began purging all of the random crap
that seems to find its way into my bedroom. I look forward to coming home and
going into my room now. My books and objects, while fewer, bring me greater happiness
than before because they are on proper display now.