I’ve been bagging-up things, clothes mostly, for the charity shop. I put off doing it. There are to many things to consider usually, such as will I wear it, will I need it, can I afford to replace it and so on. And yet, in principle I really like this sloughing-off of stuff. I feel temporarily lighter, less burdened. More will come in, inevitably. Sadly, even. I could just stop, couldn’t I?
