I've begun to purge things that I no longer feel like keeping. The problem in this, is that I also feel the need to look at it all, and then I get nostalgic and then I don't want to get rid of it anymore. I have to make myself realize that having a memory to go along with some piece of something doesn't mean that I have to forever keep that particular piece of something.
But most of what I keep isn't of any particular use or value to anyone but me, so I kind of feel like getting rid of it devalues it. And it's not got a whole lot of value to start with. So then I feel pity for the poor item of whatever it is, and it goes back into it's box, or bag or wherever it came from and goes back under the bed (or on the shelf, or whatever.)
Purging feels good though, once I convince myself that's it's time. So far, a huge stack of magazines have gone. Ones that once were adorable, or cute, but are now just trite and useless. And so, they sit in a garbage bag in the hallway. Too heavy for me to lift in their current form, so I'll have to rebag them.
I hit the boxes of baseball paraphernalia most recently though, and I'm having trouble. I don't want to get rid of any of it. I haven't seen any of it in so long, and a lot of it was stored out of the fear that I would never seen the old logo again. But it's mostly back. I really need to go through the box more objectively and realize that I just need to keep things that are particularly useful. Or important to me. Autographed things, or game used balls, or bats. Maybe by morning, I'll have gotten that through my head. That's my next step.
The goal is to make space for storage that I desperately need. And I will do it. I have plans, and I feel the urge to purge. And it rhymes, so it has to work, right?