Many of you who know me personally know that I’m not the kind of individual who could be described as a materialistic person. I care about people first. That is always my motto: people first.
However, and I don’t like to admit it, I have more stuff than I would like. Still, compared to many people I know I have very little. But I do have some stuff.
I’m a creative professional. Like many in my fields I have, for example, a lot of creative gear. Some of this gear I have had for a long time and I don’t use them anymore, having upgraded to newer gear. Other gear I could still use but I use them so rarely that I sometimes even forget that I have them.
Like all of you I also keep some items that have personal or familial importance for me. Keepsakes, you might say. Things from my childhood or teen years, things from college, and things I collected through my travels around the world.
Finally, I have things that I was just too lazy to go through and throw away. Lord, there are so many of those things. Things that no longer mean anything to me. You know you have them, too! Don’t judge.
Today, on my way to a meeting in the vicinity of my storage, I got the inspiration to start unloading my clutter. Yet, immediately I was met with feelings and thoughts of resistance. These feelings and thoughts are familiar to me by now, generally leaving me not doing it.
Something incredible happened today. As I struggled with those feelings and thoughts I noticed a funeral service. Outside the funeral home were tons of people, some of them clearly grieving.
Like all of you I have always known the fact that I came into this world naked and will leave this world naked. Naked both physically and of stuff. Naked of wealth. Naked of family. Naked of friends. Naked. Naked. Naked.
So, no, I’m not my stuff.
Those feelings and thoughts of resistance disappeared as fast as they surfaced. I was left with the empowered feeling and thought of, “I can do it.”
And so can you.