Letting Go of My Stuff

I have spent a lot of time around North American elders, seniors and baby boomers and have come to the conclusion that we are each quite magnificent and somewhat crazy.

We seem to spend a lifetime acquiring ‘stuff’ surround ourselves with items that mean something to us – that in a way identify us and set us apart from others who have different stuff. It seems like some kind of unique suit that says I am me.

As we age this ‘stuff’ becomes even more important to us as our mobility diminishes and our outside world begins to shrink. Our ‘stuff’ reminds us that we lived a life, that we left a mark, that we amounted to something. The closer to the end of our lives we get the more the possessions mean to us.

As we downsize and prepare for our ultimate death we often times agonize over what to do with our ‘stuff’ – especially the important ‘stuff’. We write it into our wills, we hand it off to our loved ones when they are willing to take it. Sometimes our ‘stuff’ isn’t ‘stuff’ our loved ones want, it identifies us not them. Then we must painfully give it away or even worse throw it away.

Sometimes our ‘stuff’ land, building and cash ARE really coveted by our loved ones and they want our ‘stuff’ so much they behave badly to get it – especially when we are ageing poorly.

It all gets so serious and important.

Seems like a real life game of monopoly – I get it and it seems kinda’ silly at the same time. Thank goodness I have years to live, I have a lot of Christmas and birthday presents to give away yet. ┬áIt would be a great idea to create a let go of my ‘stuff’ plan.

Silly us.

Stephen Joe Montana Jersey

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