I have a glassed-in front porch and a small room off the back porch that I could easily take just about everything in them and get rid of and not miss it. It would feel like taking 1000 pounds off my shoulders.

Something keeps me hanging on to it though, even things that are broken or I haven't used in years. Like, if I get rid of it today, I'll miraculously need it tomorrow.

I KNOW that doing this will lift my mood, my esteem, my self worth, and yet something always holds me back. Fear of letting things go maybe? I really don't know.