I thought that finding things to get rid of would be harder to do the farther along I went, but instead it has become easier. Once you take the deep breath and get past the “but I might need that!” instinct, the relief you feel on the other side is addictive.
It gets easier to simply be honest with yourself about the things you want to like, but don’t. The things you wish would fit better, but don’t. The items that you used to use all the time, but now don’t.
Getting rid of stuff that I think I might use has, ironically, made it easier and more enjoyable to find and use the things that DO actually serve a purpose in my life.
I’m hardly a minimalist. I still live in 1200 sq feet that is amply padded with books, furniture, cooking utensils and a full home office. I still have more than enough stuff for one person. But these three weeks have been a huge step towards a simpler, clearer way of life.
