It seems like I have spent 99% of my life worrying about stuff. Either I didn't have any stuff or the stuff I already had needed to be cleaned or packed or put away. I have gotten jobs solely to buy more stuff and then taken vacation days to sort, organize, repair or wash my stuff. I have even bought stuff to organize my stuff. When my children lived at home with all their stuff and of course my husband had his share of stuff so our home was pretty much stuffed with stuff. I have been working very very hard the past few years on thinning out, giving away and handing down our stuff and I think I'm making real progress. I was feeling very good about this progress until I realized that I spent the first half of my life in a giant quest devoted to "getting" stuff and am spending the second half of my life "getting rid" of the stuff that I just had to have. I know there is a message in here someplace and I sincerely hope ya all can find it in the midst of all this stuff.