This is a completely foreign concept to me. As I sat there staring at the overpacked suitcases sitting in my house, I began to wonder what exactly do I need, what is excess, and what can be purchased again when I arrive. Culling through all of my items with a judicious prejudice, I decided to take on a new tactic. Items I haven’t worn or used in the last month are not allowed. Items that I wish had a purpose but served me no actual use will not be tolerated.
Humbled and almost at the verge of burning everything and anything just to get it out of my sight, I began the daunting task of re-evaluating the essentials for my journey. Dug through the first suitcase I packed, culling items that I haven’t used or seen in years, while also trying to maintain a semblance of rationality. It was definitely an ordeal looking through the massive clothing items I have amassed in over two decades. Items that I felt defined my personal style I had to chuck to the “does not go with you” bin, while also trying to reason why I should even bring an extra jacket.
Like most of the challenges I face in life, I began to examine my situation in a very calculated and goal oriented way. I had to cull items I knew I didn’t need, but I felt were very much apart of who I am. It was at that point that I realized that the clothing, the shoes, the accessories, were just additives to my life. They did not define me or make me who I am; my personality, my voice, and my dreams are what make me who I am and are not tangible items I need to carry with me on this journey. I spent a good few minutes reminding myself the clothes and the jewelry aren’t what define me, they aren’t why people are drawn to me. They’re just an extension of who I am, but they do not define me.
In the end, I culled so much and have so much to cull when I return. While exhausting and overwhelming, it was also an opportunity for me to feel whole, for me to really come to a personal understanding that things really are just that. Things.
I am now down to three suitcases, a carry on, and a giant purse. I may not have everything I need, but I definitely do not have a lot of excess anymore. The purging felt good and suited as a good reminder that what we leave behind isn’t always a tangible item, but a feeling, a moment, and a memory.
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