We are not financially well-off; we're not destitute, and in many socio-economic ways we're actually quite privileged, but there's not really a ton of disposable income around these parts, and these days there's even less than usual because of choices we are consciously and happily making. All of that is to say, I also feel the weight of "wasted" money in addition to the physical evidence that my ability to live within reality is questionable at best.
So, all of this is to say, I would be much happier if I were to take the time to purge the bulk of the weight of my stuff. But, the guilt of having it in the first place is keeping my from acting, and there's still that part of me that somehow believes I will learn how to forgo sleep in order to knit more.
What a gross double-wammy.