A wise octogenarian once said, "Don't be possessed by your possessions." Actually she said it last weekend, when she invited me to her new "stuff shop," a spot she had rented for a month to try to make a dent in the dispersal of her long-collected ephemera.
Nothing had really changed. OK, my stuff was gone, but I was still ME. What else mattered? I love myself the way I am, and while I still like having beautiful things, I know that losing all my possessions gave me a greater awareness of the best possession I have -- myself.