I find myself stuck between a utilitarian state and a frivolous state when it comes to clutter.
On the one hand, I can certainly say to myself or my husband (mostly him), “If you aren’t using it, why do we have it? Let’s get rid of it.” And most of the time I am good with ridding our home of unused items. (I even do it at work, to the constant annoyance of my co-workers, but to my relief when there are that many less items to inventory.)
But then there is the other hand. The one that wants a new purse or the one that thinks having 3 tubs full of childhood memories is okay as long as it is in the attic. That hand thinks that those N*Sync Marionettes in the box will be worth a lot of money someday. That hand that thinks a well decorated bathroom makes life pleasant.
These hands of mine are constantly at war.
What can I sell? - That decorative pitcher would look great in my kitchen. - Honey, do you really need that guitar you never play? - Oh, that throw pillow is a match to my couch, so what if I already have six others!
The truth is, my life needs less clutter. There are so many things I have that I can live without and so many things I buy that I don’t need.
It’s a situation of weighing the high of the in-the-moment purchase with the satisfaction and stability of being debt-free (that is, the satisfaction and stability I can only HOPE for at this point).
For each purchase I need to make a choice- buy this item now or pay down a debt.
As for the clutter I already have- I need to decide what I can live without.
Being utilitarian-minded is not a bad thing.
Most likely, I’ll be fine without most things. And I certainly can’t take any of it with me.