In these days of people losing their jobs, houses and possessions, I look around and think about the things that surround me. I am blessed. I see a lot, but most of it is just not that important to me, and as I age I find it easier to give things away. Call it a sense of poverty consciousness or stinginess, but earlier I held on tight to what I had. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get more of it. I was afraid that I might need it in the future or that I might miss it and maybe I couldn’t replace it. But as I skip down this path of living, I find that it is easier to let go of possessions. That couch or bowl isn’t that beautiful or needed or even wanted, so I trade them in for a newer model or better yet, I don’t replace them at all. I give them away and by doing so give myself space. I breathe. My new response is to replace the stuff with actions and events that create memories not items that will have to be dusted.
So the next time that you think that you need a new thing to satisfy your vanity or your social presence or your need for new, why not put that sum away to make a happening, big or small, for a memory that cannot be taken away. You can do an important thing; create joy for yourself and all those that you love.