I just watched my car leave my driveway in someone else's hands. This is the first big ticket "stuff" I have shed since my Wall Street Departure. I really liked that car. It was "murdered out" (California term for all black; black rims, black tail lights, blacks decals, tinted glass, etc.). I would be lying if I said it was a piece of cake jettisoning material items. Losing the actual ability to drive somewhere with the car is not that big a deal. It is how I made that car a safety blanket that I wrapped around my own insecurities that I have lost.
This car, like much of the other "stuff" I have owned over the last 20 years, was an extension of what I wanted the world to see and not to see about me. They would see a sleek, fast "success". The world would be intimidated. People would know by my "stuff" that I had arrived. They would not be able to see inside at the person who was questioning his place in the world.
The house I lived in, the pictures I hung in my office, my Facebook posts were all "stuff" that I thought equated to "success." It was a constant race to convince people to see "what I have" more than "who I am." Not how you feel, but how you look. Right?
The exciting and terrifying part is that without the safety blanket of "stuff," I will get to see who I am and who I am not. It should be an interesting journey.