2017 – The Year I Decided to Give Away Almost All of my Belongings.

This post was originally published on April 18, 2017 in fullblownadult.wordpress.com/


I didn’t know if it was a emotional-turned-visceral reaction to the election of Donald Trump, or a minor manic episode as I neared my 30th birthday (it was probably the latter, but it feels better to project it onto Trump), but I decided in January to spend the year purging my life.

I’m not even a hoarder or anything. I don’t have mountains of old magazines stacked in my basement. I’m frugal as hell, and don’t spend a lot of money on things I don’t use or need.

But, all the same, I felt like I was drowning in things. So I decided to dedicate this year to getting rid of as much stuff I don’t need in my life and home as I can.

Now, four months in, I feel like I’ve made a substantial difference. I’ve consigned and donated enough of my clothing that I didn’t need a dresser anymore. I’m not down to that “French women only own 10 outfits” level, and I still have things in the basement I’m waiting to sell on Craigslist or ebay or my local consignment store, but the plan to get rid of things is moving along. I’m getting closer to… what?

What is the goal? When will I know that I’ve succeeded? Can I succeed? And why was I really doing this? Why did I really feel this compulsion to purge my things? Is it healthier to be a minimalist?

Marie Kondo thinks so. She thinks it will transform your life. Or, to be specific:

“when you put your house in order, you put your affairs and your past in order, too.”1

I think Marie just hit the nail on the head for my purging. And I don’t think it had anything to do with the 45th president. It was definitely because I had been turning 30.

I’m very into momentous cosmic occasions. This is one right now. I’m in the height of my Saturn Return, and this is that reset moment where everything just seems to feel brand new.

This is the weird, wonderful way that I am closing the door on my twenties, and getting ready for what’s ahead.

I’m putting my affairs and past in order. Then, all that’s left in this new period of adulthood is the stuff I really want around me.

Cosmically speaking, I probably won’t feel compelled do to this again until I hit my 60’s.

Then again, maybe not.

  1. Kondo, Marie. The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing: 4