It was two years ago when I made my first real, or what I thought, was a real attempt at simplifying and decluttering. I thought, “I’m doing this minimalism thing. I crave simplicity. I can’t stand all this crap surrounding me. It’s gotta go.” So I dove in. Head first. Right into the deep end of . . .
For years, I went through a process of ‘I’m decluttering!/‘I need more!’. It was a merry go round of purging almost everything then buying it all back, and the sad side effect of it all was debt. At times, I stood before my closet staring incredulously at everything I owned, wondering where and . . .
Remember when messy was fun? When you were a kid making mud pies, or trying to push PlayDoh through your mom’s garlic press? I honestly did this. In fact, I used many a kitchen implement with PlayDoh - forks are super fun. Anyhou…back to messy. As an adult, when life gets messy, it’s not a matter of . . .
Wouldn't it be amazing if you were born with stellar organizational skills? That you just knew to live with less, keep everything tidy and labelled, and in its proper place? One can dream I suppose. To be honest, I've been blessed with pretty good organizational skills. What I haven't been blessed . . .