(BTW, those books have an R-value that should not be ignored; Or at least that’s what we’re telling ourselves; cold is something stuff might be able to save us from)

JoVE´s last blog post..JoVE’s guide to CIHR for SSH researchers

I’ve thought of getting a new sweatshirt. I’m really glad I don’t have that old one. It was so wrapped up with bad memories. I haven’t gotten the new one though, because in some ways I haven’t trusted myself not to “abuse” it. And use it to hide and stuff like that. I am resistant to falling into the same pattern as I did with my old sweatshirt. And sweatshirts/fleece jackets before that, and before that.

So it’s a little bit of a pattern with me to have this big bulky thing that I wear to hide from life. I realize I’m a different person than I used to be – especially since the last 3 months where I’ve made some huge transformations in my life. But still there is that worry about not using my new sweatshirt in a healthy way and that it will just contribute to me feeling disempowered – which is not what’d I prefer happening.

Good to be thinking about all of this again: How can I give myself comfort items and trust myself to use them in empowered ways? That’s the question I’ll be playing with.

Mona Grayson´s last blog post..New Rules: First Things Last & The Intergarden

Hiro Boga´s last blog post..Stuff and Nonsense

In fact, a couple of months ago I got rid of some stuff that was associated with me being very sick. Clothing that I used to wear when I was frail and sick and needed a lot of comfort.

Even though I’m healthy now, I was still wearing this old clothing because it was comforting in a way and it made me feel safe. (Especially a big blue hooded sweatshirt.) Also I had a bunch of pajamas that fit in this category.

So I had a little thank you ceremony for my clothing and then I tossed them into the dumpster. (Well, I dumped the sweatshirt in the dumpster and the pajamas were given away.)

It felt great to be liberated from my sick-clothes.

But then a few weeks later I was in a funk of some sort. And guess what I wanted? My blue hooded sweatshirt! I wanted to nuzzle up in it so badly…like it was a kid wanting a safety blanket. I felt really naked without it and for several minutes I regretted throwing it out.

I saw clearly how attached I can get to things and think that they’re making me feel safe. Really it’s just a story I tell myself when I’m wearing those things or holding them. Since I didn’t have my blue sweatshirt anymore I was able to find other ways to comfort myself instead – ways that didn’t involve becoming more attached to “stuff.” So it was all good.

Just some thoughts from a now-sweatshirt-less-girl. :-)

Mona Grayson´s last blog post..New Rules: First Things Last & The Intergarden

Hiro Boga´s last blog post..Stuff and Nonsense

Doh! Caught again… busted.

Mark Silver´s last blog post..The True Measure of Money in Your Business

Hazel, yes, it really is about attachment. Stuff in itself is just–stuff. Neither good nor bad, except our hanging onto it makes it so.

Hiro Boga´s last blog post..Stuff and Nonsense

That bumper sticker you described makes me want to pack up and leave this planet. Yuk.

Emma Newman´s last blog post..The rule of three