Finding Repurpose

This word is probably one of the most foundational aspects of my personality. It didn't used to be, but as I grow and age and learn I have come to really appreciate things with purpose. I want to have purpose, live with purpose, and make sure the things I have in my life are given purpose. If they don't they're just existing, taking up space that otherwise could be used for something that actually does have a use.

It was the one thing that really bugged me about working in retail. Not that clothing doesn't have a purpose, but that the companies take advantage of consumerism and they exploit the underlying greed in humans to further their business. I didn't like spending the majority of my life being forced to push people in an unhealthy direction and support waste. In my opinion waste ultimately leads to unhappiness and disconnect with how we were designed to live. I think we were created in the most intricate and complex yet streamlined way, everything in the process of how we function has a purpose, God did not create waste. If you look in nature you will see the exact same thing, there isn't a single thing that does not have a purpose in pretty much every stage of existence.

As I look around my home I desire the same thing. Rarely do I find purposeless decor attractive. I may appreciate something for it's texture, or color, or the story behind it, but ultimately a thing reaches perfection for me when it also has a use.

Walking around a garage sale I came across two vintage tennis rackets. I don't play tennis and even if I did I doubt these would be game worthy, but they were cool looking. I knew they'd lived an exciting life, but in order to keep them I had to be able to find a use for them as well. Otherwise putting tennis rackets up in your house when no one plays tennis seems a bit out of place, right? So, I put some bulldog clips on them and turned them into single picture frames that I can change out. That's just one example out of many.

I need things in my life to have a purpose and I need to understand it. It's probably simultaneously one of my biggest faults and one of my best traits because I am constantly analyzing everything to eliminate the waste. It's a reason I struggle with being a bit of a hoarder, I know there is purpose to be found. It's a noble dream, right?

I was watching one of Matt D'Avella's videos on YouTube titled Letting Go of Sentimental Items and felt inspired. Not necessarily to let go of sentimental items, because honestly I've gotten pretty good about being able to let go of them if they don't have a purpose in my life anymore. And that's where my thought came from, light-bulb moment.

It tied in nicely with a meme I read on Facebook today also,

Because really those sentimental items like Grandma's dinner plates, they won't become apart of your life unless you're actually using them. Do they? That's the same thing I started to think about with my children and when I'm asking them to downsize or things I'm holding onto for them for when they're adults, is it something I'm sentimental about or was it something they truly loved and used? You can always tell if something is loved by the use it's gotten. We can't live with a household full of things that are enshrined by it's previous owner, you need to personally love and use it for it to be apart of you and your children's memories. And memories are essentially the best part of anything we own. 

So, instead of worrying about them staining their baby blankets I let them play with them, use them, get memories of them so when they're 30 looking at their memory box or trunk they pull it out and it brings fond memories back of the item ingrained in their life and hopefully happy childhood adventures. 

Also, when I see a toy that's been given to them with the explicit purpose of it being a keepsake I take great pains to watch carefully for cues if my child actually likes it or not. If it doesn't get used, I'm not going to force my child to care for something that they don't out of guilt. I certainly don't want to pass on unhealthy relationship with stuff. I'm the 30 year old that opened up a trunk and had birthday gifts from friends that I never actually liked, but kept it out of reverence for the friendship. And now, 20 years later I just let my daughter have fun with it until it's broken and goes in the trash. 

Sometimes things outlive their purpose, on occasion I find joy in re-imagining it and giving it a new purpose. Even myself. I'd like to think this is a bit of God's work. We're never quite done in this life being repurposed for good. I find that thought quite reassuring. 

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