Lately, I’ve been feeling incredibly overwhelmed by just about everything in life. There have been a few times where I felt like the walls were about to cave in, and that I was going to have a panic attack right in the middle of wherever I was at. It’s unsettling to feel this way. I’ve been attempting to combat these feelings by taking a lot of walks and soaking up the sun.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
It’s been close to a year since I first started decluttering life. It started with a few books. Then there was a very compelling documentary. And then the discovery that less is more.
Over this past year, I would say that my family has cut down the clutter by half. And I feel good about that, but I also feel that there is still so much. It’s not that I want to have a home with completely bare walls or rooms… that would be silly. I just want to have a home that seeks to place importance on something other than the stuff we acquire.
I’ve been decluttering my life for months. It started long before I moved to Wyoming when I read a few books that gave me some motivation (Ruth Soukup is one of my favorite authors). Then my husband and I watched a documentary on NetFlix about the minimalist lifestyle. After that, I read a few articles. The next thing I knew, we were decluttering every corner of our house.
I will say that I am much more obsessed with this approach than my husband is. While he is greatly on board with the less is more philosophy, he tends to get much more emotionally attached to things than I do.
When you start decluttering your life, people often begin to wonder what is wrong with you. We had a few friends back in Nevada ask us if we were hard up for cash or if something had happened that they weren’t aware of.
Nope, none of that. We just wanted less clutter.