I was taught at a young impressionable age by my mom to always purge. Wait, before you contemplate calling child protective services, let me explain. I was raised in the type of home where there were clutter was a crime and my mother was the police officer working the beat. Even garbage wasn't welcome in the “decorative garbage baskets”. My mom was/is always cleaning, organizing and purging the unnecessary. She is like that character Harvey Keitel plays in Pulp Fiction. The Wolf.
If myself or my two brothers have a pressing issue that needs a solution, lets say an overstuffed closet or maybe a refrigerator that needs to be be rid of some mysterious stench. She is the one call you make. I’ve definitiely inherited a more watered-down version of this behavior. And while I may lack my mom’s intensity or her sense of urgency, I do find myself trying to rid myself of anything I don't need. As I sit and type this blog, I am plotting the ultimate purge. The Stoop Sale. For my rural peeps, this is when you gather all the unwanted crap in your home and put it on display on your front porch/stoop to sell. Clothes, electronics, flatware, basically anything you can’t cleverly re-gift to some unknowing victim. Consider it an Urban E-bay.
Although my mom basically had me in boot-camp training since childhood, I really do see the value of traveling light. I actually feel physically lighter when I make a huge garbage bag of clothing to give to my sister-n-law. I also feel mentally clearer and more relaxed when I walk into a space that is a little less crowded. Its so easy to constantly be a consumer and to acquire so much that we don't need. Look around your house right now. There’s probably so many things you don't need, don't wear, don't even think about, that you could easily sell or donate. Create a clear path of consciousness by simplifying your surroundings. If you run into any trouble I can always send my mom over.
AUTHOR: Erica Lupiloff