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 told my husband a few days ago that fall was beginning and I was missing it. I was stuck inside, moping, feeling down on myself. Which, of course, was the main cause of me telling myself that I was fat. Telling myself that I wasn’t good enough.
Then, today, I asked myself why. Why?
And I got up, and I went for a walk. And I took in the beginnings of fall.
And it was beautiful.
My husband has been hard at work. He’s been moving rock with shovels and wheelbarrows, and he’s been raking out the rock to set it nicely.
I think he’s done an amazing job!