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.
And now, here I am in Wyoming, still decluttering.
It’s been a few months since we moved and everywhere I look I see things that we just don’t need or want anymore. And every time I fill a bag up and get rid of stuff, I feel more free. I feel less burdened by life. I feel less chaotic in my own soul.
We are anxiously awaiting the completion of our house. Right now we are renting a townhouse. As we wait for our “forever home” to be complete, it seems like the perfect time to continue purging all the excess. I’ve just filled up another giant bag of junk. Yes, junk. It is all stuff that sits collecting dust, but rarely (and so often never) gets used.
As I was filling this bag of junk, I couldn’t help thinking that as a society we are conditioned to hoard. Everywhere we turn there are commercials, ads, and people encouraging us to buy more, stockpile more, gather more, get more, have more, spend more, live with more, more, more, more…
Our new house is smaller than our old one was and smaller than the townhouse we are renting. We wanted it that way. After much discussion on the matter, my husband and I came to the conclusion that we were happier when we didn’t have so much stuff cluttering up our lives.
Vexing our souls.
Piling up on top of us and suffocating every fiber of our being.
Ok, so I have never had as much “stuff” as some other people out there, but for me, for us, it was a lot. And the more we got, the less we had. I know that makes no sense when you read it, but it does make sense.
The more we got, the less we had.
With every addition of another piece of junk to our lives, we found that we couldn’t remember what we already had. The items we had already gathered started losing meaning. The stuff didn’t matter anymore, all that seemed to matter was getting more.
That is no way to live.
We finally had gotten to the point where we didn’t want it.
And we’ve been purging ever since.
Even the kids have purged. And they enjoy their toys more now. They enjoy playing more now. They are happy with what they have and realize that what they have is special.
It turns out, less truly is more.