Your workbench brought back memories, dadpad.
When we bought our house in '86, I filled the basement with metal racking. Then for almost 20 years, we saved everything. As time went by, the original system was lost and it became chaotic. We were always going to "get down there and clear some stuff out". If friends talked about needing something, we'd tell them to come to our "store" first.
When I moved to my current condominium, I had to get rid of everything but the essentials. I filled 2 dumpsters. An electronics recycler came and packed his van to the brim. I made countless trips to GoodWill and the used book store. I shredded scads of old bank records and income tax info. We had a 5 bag garbage limit, so I "borrowed" my neighbours unused bag allotment for 2 months. At the end, in desperation, I gave away persian carpets, furniture, filing cabinets, garden tools, etc., to friends and friends-of-friends. It was exhausting. But when it was done, it felt good.
I will never be a saver again. Except books.