96 rubber stamps left my house today. They've been sitting in a box for the better part of the last year. I was planning to mail them to a friend's kid, but that never happened, probably because it would have cost a small fortune (those suckers were heavy in that box!).

Holding onto these stamps made me realize that it's easier to part with stuff when I know who will be the next owner. Donating to a second-hand store is only so satisfying. But when someone I know says "I can use that," I have no hesitation to cut ties with my stuff. 

From now on, I'm going to try and feel better about donating to the nameless and faceless individuals who will end up with my old items. For example, maybe some mom will buy my stamps at Value Village, and they'll keep her kids busy this summer creating all sorts of art projects. That's a way better scenario than the stamps sitting in my dark basement, not getting used.