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I am going through the process of selling my house and moving my life (I am staying in the Portland area) and with that comes something that I’ve been thinking about more and more: simplification.
I don’t have a problem with the simplification. There are a lot of things that I have that I don’t need and I’m fine with getting rid of those. Many times during this moving phase I’ve come across something that I haven’t looked at or touched since I unpacked it when I moved in. And before that the last time was when I packed it up at a previous residence. I just keep moving these things back and forth across the country. For what?
Sometimes it’s a practical thing. Sure I can get rid of EVERYTHING I own but I will need something to sit on wherever I end up. I will need a table and plates for my son and I to eat dinner on. I will need my tools for fixing my car, building a clubhouse, or general maintenance.
I often struggle with the decision to keep these higher ticket or practical items but then there are the things that help me create experiences: photo equipment, my music player for road trips, backpacking equipment, my hockey equipment, skateboard, snowboard, etc. These things feel more important to me than the practical things and they should; They are contributing to experiences and memories. These are things I will keep. That’s a no brainer.
And now the next rung on the way up the ladder for me: keepsakes. These are the things that help jog my memory or items that have been passed down to me as family heirlooms: framed photos of ancestors, my grandfather’s trumpet, an iron door stopper in the shape of a frog that I LOVED seeing at my grandparents’ house as a kid, hair from my son’s first haircut, his first tooth lost, etc. Seemingly, these should be a no-brainer “KEEP THEM” moment. But they’re not. I struggle with this. They are still just ‘things’. They just happen to be things that remind me of specific times, places, and people. Are those times, places, and people any less a part of my being without the ‘things’ that remind me? Is carrying around these items worth the couple times in my life that they will get me to stop and think of that one specific moment? Will letting these things go erode the importance of their meaning? Will the things that are a part of me deep down go away when I don’t have an item to recall them? This is a hard decision for me.
I think what it comes down to for me right now is enriching my life. I want to live in a way where my priorities are creating experiences for myself and the people I care about. I figure the more of those that are created, the more we have to fall back on in memory, and the more full our hearts and souls will be. The things tie me down. They’re addictive. They make me compromise in ways that I shouldn’t so that I can afford a place to keep them. I surround myself with them, afraid of letting go, afraid that I will lose a part of myself.
In February of 2015 my friends Erin Babnik, Ted Gore, and I went on a trip that I will never forget for many reasons. The way that trip made me feel and the life reflections it brought are things that are now a part of me. I realized many things in that desert. Extended time out in nature helps me get down to the nuts and bolts of life and teaches me where I need to apply some focus. There’s simplicity in being in the middle of nowhere. It came down to spending time with people I care about, laughing, sitting in silence, eating together, walking together, and just simply living life. This is a photo of Ted soaking up some of that pleasure.
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