First Age
D&D h@ck3r and Hopepunk
Thing is.. almost every book on my shelves spark joy, but only when I have time to take them down and look at them. However, en masse, I feel burdened by not using them.
I think that means I need to re-educate my joy centres.. I have the space .. the money is spent .. they look great..
Sigh, still feel bad..
Aargh, the badness returns/recurs.
If it helps, and there are enough similarities, see it through my eyes and fulsome shelvage. I am soon to retire, and my funding stream is already limited and curtailed. The flow in is now budget limited and the choosing more considered and tailored.
That big library is now an unbridled joy. I will have time to dip, to flit and to dive in. Will I play them all? No. Some I know were follies, but beautiful ones, that I can enjoy for what they were. They will tempt and call me to try them, and I will have time and may humour them (yeah Trudvang). Others are clear session filling collections that I will continue to gather at my now slower pace (Traveller of all kinds, D&D4e, others).
So, rather than divest, which is another valid option, I have embraced, seeing through my new 'life phase' eyes, an esoteric library of past purchases, echoes of old sessions, good reading, beautiful images and latent potential.
That's my take.