For me anyway...
For those of you who don't know I am a closet junk-horder. When I was young I collected peechees. Not the fancy ones, no. I had about a million of those bright orange peechees with the basket ball players on them. I always had this fear of having to move and leave everything behind so I would keep it all. Almost in backlash to that - I mercilessly throw things away. I tend not to have junk (at least what I consider junk).
For instance, about six months after Max and I got married there was so much stuff in our basement that we didn't know what to do with it all. There were two huge dufflebags full of stuff, which I took (unopened) to the goodwill. I figured if I lived six months without it, and didn't miss it (whatever it was) - I didn't need it.
However, I am not so merciless with things that I could use when ____ or if _____ (you fill in the blank). But, I decided last night I am done. I finally put up the pictures in the living room - and all that didn't fit got thrown out. I am so proud of me!!
Tonight, I am going to coninue my work and get rid of everything (within reason, of course)!