I sometimes wish I wasn’t so sentimental. It makes decluttering extra difficult. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve had to repeat to myself today, “You can’t keep everything, Amber.” I just feel a bit of guilt recycling some (of the many) sweet pieces of art my daughters create or donating items we no longer use or need. (Hey, I may need that random cord or whatchamacallit someday!)
But I AM making progress, and for that I am encouraged. And mixed with the guilt or difficulty of letting some things go, I feel satisfaction with how things are shaping up. And it really does get easier to purge the more you do it. Except for stuffed animals. When they look at me with those sad eyes, I find myself taking them back out of the donate box.