HOLDING FUNERALS FOR YOUR BELONGINGS
You know that your stuff is getting you down. It bogs down your creativity, weighs down your spirit, and BURDENS YOUR HEART WITH ENTROPY.
(and here the music swells wistfully)
…sometimes you find that it’s not so easy to throw away your things and stuff. These, here, HARK, are the shoes your wore to your junior high dance. How can you part gently with such a momento, scuffed with memories and pre-teen sexual angst? And THESE, oh yes, these are the paper clips your third EVER boyfriend gave you the night before he told you that he liked your face waaaay better than his previous girlfriend’s face. That was a special moment right there. There’s no way that getting rid of those precious paper clips is going to be easy.
BUT I AS A MINIMALIST HAVE A SOLUTION to this *sentiment* problem.
When you throw something away or donate it, you’re either murdering it (throwing it away) or condemning it to a gray-colored purgartory of sadness (donating it). Since you’re condemning this THING THAT YOU CLAIM TO LOVE to death, I suggest you do the only human, caring thing to do.
Give your thing a funeral.
GO THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. We’re talking casket with red vampire lining, flowers, earnest prayer, mourners tearing their hair in the background (I guess that’s you) and sad music. Then dig a hole in someone’s backyard and deposit your THING IN CASKET and feel as if you’ve disposed of your stuff properly.
This is especially appropriate for the snowglobe your Great Aunt Ernesta gave you when you were three that you never really liked anyway.
They say that funerals are for the survivors anyway.