One gold earring with a tiny blue stone. A brass key that didn’t open anything in our house. A delivery box folded flat behind the hall closet door, “just in case.”
That’s what I found on one ordinary Tuesday last spring, and none of it was old. Every bit of it had come into the house in the last year or two.
That’s when I saw it. I had already cleared out so much, but I was still keeping new things the same old way.
I’m 64, and I’ve spent a few years letting go of what was already here. This post is about something a little different. These are the things I stopped keeping in the first place, so they never pile up again.