I’ve never seen anything wrong with owning things, nice things, the nicest of things. I’m surprised I’m not one of those preaching the prosperity gospel whose worship anthem might as well be one of Janis Joplin’s last recorded tracks, Mercedes Benz.
An excess of things becomes a slowing burden when what you own no longer fits into the home you own. Downsizing is a problem because I only buy things I really, really like. I try to encourage my efforts by recalling Anne Ortland’s “giving to others” thought, reading minimalists, and watching hoarders. The happy medium for me resides somewhere along the scale that ranges from the Minimalists to The Wolf of Wall Street. I will surely find it!
What’s weighing you down?