I am aware of myself becoming less possessive. What I mean is, I am becoming pickier. That is to say, I am less of dragon who hoards. And by that I am trying to explain that I am changing from someone who wanted to collect dozens (if not hundreds) of beautiful things...really I wanted to own every thing that was pretty...and instead choosing to be someone who has a clutter free, but still lovely life. It is easier now to look at something that is beautiful and say, "but it is not for me." This shouldn't be so revolutionary, but I am aware of the pressures of materialism and the mysterious unnamed forces of social media that leave me always feeling like I need to keep up, live beautifully, and have a picturesque household before I have even chosen a career. It's silly. It's unrealistic. But it's persistent. Ever so slowly, I am peeling back the layers to say, "what I have is enough". Which, in this day and age, is the same as saying "who I am is enough".