a few years back, I wrote about being trapped by my possessions. how my unhealthy retail therapy coping mechanisms resulted in too much stuff. too many board games that I bought because they’d be fun to play, and I needed something to look forward to, a positive idea to keep me going. and it worked, in some ways.
in other ways, it’s been a millstone around my neck, burying me in stuff that has potential, but gets in the way. can’t really play games, if you don’t have the space. right now, my gaming table is unusable, with a mess of kickstarter games, random supplies and other stuff that I don’t have a place for. before the renovations, there was a decent amount of space in the shed. stuff from the house was moved out there, and now I barely have the room to move. just a narrow walkway between the piles of stuff.
sure, I can maybe move some of it into the loft area, but there’s still too much stuff. I need to downsize, but I don’t know how.
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