The need to declutter, dehoard... denounce?

I live with too much shit. Perhaps a reflection of the need to carry all these with me through life to fill the voids. The sentimental part of me needing to hang on to something. Or I am just plain messy and disorganized.

Whatever it is, I realized that I own too many "nice to have" + forgottens + "just let that go". There are many things in life that is nice to have and nice to live with. But today, it's time to decide on the essentials and clear the noise. To the best I can, at least. (;

THRASH MODE, ON!!