I battle junk. Clutter. Whatever you want to call it.
I come from a long line of "save it because you might need it some far day" people.
I see this as a spiritual issue, as well as a space / tidiness / feng shui one.
When I am finished living on this earth, my goal is to leave as little junk as possible for other people to go through. There is a gracious plenty of material goods that I consider indisepensable treasures...who knows what the ones left behind will think of them...so I might as well get rid of what I KNOW is dreck as I go. No?
2 AM, sinuses woke me to tell me rainstorm is on the way. Come on already!
While watching news I saw story about a hair collector (! talk about junk...) who has some of Michael Jackson's hair from 1984, when his hair caught fire doing the Pepsi commercial. Gross.
When I am dead, I respectfully request that anything useful from my body, be distributed. Organs, skin, tissue, corneas...and you can cut off my hair and scatter it in the yard; it is good for bird nests. Burn up the rest.
But please, oh please, don't make a diamond out of me. Because, to me, that would be junk.