I have always been a minimalist. I never kept knick knacks and I routinely purge my home. It is a very rare occasion that I miss something I have passed along. It’s a lot easier to do when you live alone. I only have one box of stuff in my attic — momentos of my father’s life that remain because of emotional issues that remain unresolved. One box. I figure my kids can probably handle sorting that out after I’m gone. As long as I can keep the rest of my emotional baggage down to a carry on- I’m good. :)

We change too. Stuff we got & loved & used — well, maybe that’s just not our thing anymore. I had a bicycle I didn’t use for years — but something told me to hang onto it. This the first summer of my retirement, I used it every week when it was too hot to walk.

It’s all about listening to our inner wisdom.

PS — in my humble opinion there is one treasure I don’t ever part with — books. Because it’s not hoarding if it’s books. ;)