Remember why we started decluttering our rooms and our lives?
It was because there was too much and it made us anxious and tired and sometimes angry and out of control.
So we got rid of the stuff that we didn’t use and didn’t like and it felt so good to be that much freer that we made dates with ourselves to do it on a regular basis. And when we had edited our belongings to the place of “just enough” we noticed that our calendars were as crazy jammed as our physical spaces had been before.
So we dropped activities that were no longer fun or meaningful and we noticed that there were people who drained our energy whenever we were with them, so we started spending less time with them.
And we kept asking ourselves, what makes me happy? What activities feel meaningful to me? And if I can infringe on the trademark– “What sparks joy?” And then we do those things. And if you think that is a selfish way to live, I have news for you.
Three times in the past week, three different settings, a relative stranger has made the comment to me, “You seem so happy!” “I am,” I reply.
And that, my friends, is a gift to the world.