Material things

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I feel like my stuff is smothering me. I'm ok to get rid of things, I have a couple of bags of stuff ready for the thrift. I want to get my closet back. Right now it holds shoes I probably won't wear; books I've read; and boxes of memories. 

I know it will be futile to go through those boxes (like the Old Milwaukee Light box) because I already know I won't be able to get rid of anything in there. I can get rid of shoes and books but there is a pink bird house type thing in that box (I can see it thru the opening) that contains fuzzy chickens from past Easters and other memories of a time when I was so innocent. On the other side of the shelf are paintings my grandmother made. And a large coloring book that helped me learn about Colonial women like Molly Pitcher. Maybe it's ok to save these memory triggers??