I wish I learned at an early age that possessions don't matter as much as I thought they did.
I wish I learned that gifts from loved ones aren't as important as the people themselves and that getting rid of them doesn't equate to "getting rid of" the person.
I wish I learned that things don't make me happy but for a moment.
I wish I learned that those things I thought I loved and cherished would come to feel like a burden after decades of carting them around.
I wish I learned that having things belonging to a loved one does not bring an iota of comfort after the loved one has passed on.
I wish I learned that spending money on unnecessary things, things that I would tire of or things that wouldn't last, meant that I'd have less money saved for a rainy day or to spend on doing something I enjoy.
I wish I learned early on that having a few nice things is a lot better than having a bunch of not-so-nice things.
I wish I learned what was truly important to me versus what I thought mattered so that I wouldn't have wasted so much time chasing after something that was meaningless.
And while I have more than half my life ahead of me, and have plenty of time to make the changes that matter, I still have a lot to learn about myself and my values and have a long way to go before I figure out how to fully let go of those things I've been holding onto for so long.
And I can just hope that in 10, 15, 20, 30 years I don't look back at now and say, "I wish I learned..."
To be continued...