Several years ago when I got sick, I also got upset because my house was a wreck. Just looking at the dust on everything, the toys everywhere, and the pile mountain of laundry that grew and grew, made me feel a thousand times worse.
Eventually, as I started feeling a little better, I also started to pick up the pieces of my very messy home. As I cleaned and straightened, it suddenly dawned on me that if something was covered in dust, then we didn’t really need it. So, why were these things in our house? Why had I been stressing about them for months? Why couldn’t I just give them away?
What a revelation!
At that point in time I had never heard of minimalism, non-consumerism, decluttering, etc. I just knew that I felt so much better when the dusty, unused things started leaving our home. Each thing gone opened a tiny little space within me to the point where I eventually started finding myself again.
I was not the sum of all of those things. They did not define me as a person, but they had owned me because I gave them the power to make me feel bad. By letting them go, I started taking that power back and enjoying more of my life.
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