Simplify
Stuff. I’m practically drowning in it. Everywhere I look, I see piles of it. I don’t really understand my need to hoard. I gather stuff and protect it as if my life depends on it. Every drawer is full, every closet, and every shelf, full. My life is full and frankly, I’ve had enough.
One room at a time. One drawer at a time. One closet at a time, I am simplifying. Everything I keep must pass the tests I’ve contrived:
- Do I use this often?
- Is it still useful?
- Would I notice if it were gone?
- Is it valuable?
- Do I need this?
No? Well then see you later. I’ve torn through the bonus room (that’s what we call the room on top of the garage for lack of a better descriptor) leaving furniture and clutter in my wake. I’ve attacked my closet and rid myself of over half of my clothing. I will continue this trend until I have nothing left except for that which I need. If you’re looking to horn in on some of my stuff, now is the time - Keith is having a fire sale and everything must go.
It’s like setting myself free from a prison I never knew I was trapped in.
