On Friday I reviewed Amy’s book Tell Its Story, about recording the memories of your stuff. If you haven’t already, head over to that post read my review and enter the giveaway to win your copy! You have until Friday to enter!
Amy’s book got me thinking about stuff and why I don’t have emotional attachment to more stuff. I’m not any kind of minimalist. I like stuff. I do. I like all kinds of stuff. I’m just not especially attached to any particular thing. My house could burn down and I’d just buy new stuff. There isn’t really anything that I’d be terribly sad to lose.
I think that it probably comes from the way I was raised. We didn’t have much when I was growing up. We weren’t completely poor, but between five kids there wasn’t much to go around. We didn’t get the same or as many toys and things that other kids did. I think that because my parents didn’t have much, they taught us not to focus on things. What is important in life is people. It is our family and our friends that we should be attached to. Not our things. I internalized that message and feel it even more strongly since I had my own child. I hope that I’m teaching it to Eleanor too.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with loving stuff and being attached to it, but stuff should never be more important than people. Look at me being all preachy. Anyways, that being said, there are just a very, very few things that I love and hold onto. And I’ll talk about one of them tomorrow! Is the suspense killing you yet?