For the delight in destruction I have this story.

At the end of my last year of University my boyfriend moved away and left behind him several 45s that he no longer wanted and which I thought were terrible. I taped all of them onto a tape which I now call my Party Death Tape. A friend came by with a bottle of wine and in solemn ceremony we played each record one last time, toasted it and flung it across the room to smash against the doorway. It felt wonderful! I still have the tape, now and agin I look at it and remember that evening, but I feel no need to listen to the tape.

For the burden of carrying around things that you don't need I have shelves of books that I should read but probably never will, clothes I will never wear again and dishes that may be used when my 5 year old daughter gets married in 20 years. I find I get rid of these things most easily if I hand them onto someone who needs them and will use them.