I'm thinking that your stuff owns you, not the other way around.
Met a guy many years ago who had been a stock broker with a condo, a yacht, a sports car, and was working 60-80 hours a week. One day he woke up and realized that he needed to work because he needed the money to pay for the stuff, that the stuff owned him, and if he got rid of the stuff, he could afford to work less and actually have a life.
So he went it that morning, quit his job, sold his stuff, and hit the road on a quest to find out how little it was possible to have. When I met him, he owned a backpack, two boxers, two tee shirts, two pairs of socks, one pair of jeans, one pair of sneakers, a pen, a blank book/journal, and a paperback novel. That was it.
I would posit that if you are consumed with worry about your stuff, you have too much stuff. Just guessing.
