It's letting go.
I swore I would try to let go of my pack-rat tendencies and let go of stuff that I have been
Case in point: I have an old IBM Thinkpad 560 that I pulled out of the closet 2 nights ago (when I was so cranked up on coffee that I couldn't sleep at 1am). This thing is so old that it only has serial ports - no USB slots to be found. And I can't remember where to plug in the phone jack in order to connect the dial-up modem to the internet (there isn't a phone slot either). Anyone with good sense would say: toss/recycle that doorstop. Oh no, not me. I was thinking: hey, it's still good to use for word processing and such...let me search the net (using my much faster mac) and see how I can connect this wireless-ly.
WTH! Really, I should have just taken my butt to bed.Well, I have come to my senses and will make sure that POS makes it to the recycle bin.
But why am I having a difficult time getting rid of stuff that has lived in the dark regions of closets for the past 4 years? I guess I'm worried that I won't be able to replace it. I know that's not a smart deduction (especially since I have 2 mac computers which easily replaced that Thinkpad). Hopefully, in the next week I can get over this anxiety of letting go and finish packing my stuff. I am ready to be out of my house. I've even considered just putting what's boxed on a truck in the next week and leaving the rest!
How do you deal with letting go (not just clothes) of stuff?