Excess Doesn’t Equal Success

 

pexels-photo-584764.jpegI’ve been listening to TED talks. I enjoy listening to other people talk about their passions. I don’t have to agree with everything I hear (and I don’t always), but it usually interesting. Lately, I’ve been listening to men and women talk about simplicity in their lives. As you know, simplicity, slowing down, being intentional in my life is a thing for me now. One lady and her husband sold everything they owned with the exception of a few small boxes and moved abroad to live their dreams. Another man lives in a very small apartment (the size of some people’s closets) and said it forces him to be out in the community more. Another young woman cleaned out her entire closet keeping only a few loved pieces of clothing, throwing out or donating the rest.

 

As I type this post, I am looking around my house with new eyes. Now, I am not a minimalist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do want to have less. I feel like things are holding me down. Stuff to clean, stuff to store, stuff I never use anymore, stuff I have that I don’t even know I have because it is piled in a box somewhere with more stuff. It is overwhelming. Stifling. Ugh.

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One person suggested getting rid of one thing a day for thirty days. After that time, usually, a person is so into the habit of this, he/she continues on the journey to less. I think I am going to attempt this. I don’t believe it is going to be easy, but I need to. I know that years ago after my first husband passed away, I gave a large number of his clothes to a friend from church. This friend and his wife and three young children had a house fire. They lost everything. EVERYTHING. This young man was the same size as my late husband. Jeans, t-shirts, socks, dress shirts, suit coats, sweaters, jackets they all went. There was peace in that exchange. I knew those clothes were helping someone. It made it easier. Not long after that, I cleaned out my side of the closet. I literally filled gigantic trashbags full of clothes to donate. It was one of the most liberating experiences. For real. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Physically, and emotionally.

I can do this.

One thing a day.

A small drop that will ripple out into the rest of my life.

Starting 2018 with less, because often times having less allows us to see more.

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