It’s a worthwhile question, isn’t it? Sometimes, it’s lots of life. I love material things and I get great joy from them. But how much life are they worth swapping for? How much earning?
Do we own our things or do they own us was a huge question that hung with Arran and I for years. We decided to run the dramatic experiment to find out, and gave away or sold 90% of what we owned three years ago. It was the weirdest thing, and honestly traumatic, having worked so hard to ‘adult’ to suddenly not even owning an iron. We moved into a fully furnished cottage on a national park and with our favourite ceramics, and some art and a tiny wardrobe of clothes, we redesigned how we lived.
I wouldn’t honestly recommend this for everyone, it was really extreme, but every time we but something asking ‘why?’ is invaluable. What I worked out for myself was I bought things when I was stressed or felt bad about myself. They were little band-aids that blocked me from what was really going on. This isn’t going to be the same for you, and it might be something else entirely, but don’t you want to know what that thing is?
Sent with love,