As I let go of some of these old, possibly valuable, heavy, grabby possessions I don't need, I notice a few collections are really gaining ground amongst the loved things left ~ books I'll reread each year, vintage Pyrex bowls, my collection of nature-themed works of art by other artists, vintage tins, my grama's Fiestaware mixed with mine, wool blankets....and tea, among other things. (An edible collection, that last.)
And the more I surround myself with loved and loving possessions, the more I filter out the ones that aren't. The ones that make me sigh, groan, feel guilty, numb out, or silently promise to lose 5 pounds. The ones tied to old, stale memories. Frankly, I don't need that shit.
Paring down what is around me refocuses me on the inside too. It naturally follows that I start thinking about old, possibly valuable, heavy, grabby ways of being that I perhaps don't want to have in my life anymore. And people and situations who are like that, too. It can be quite invigorating.