I’ve experienced the craving to live with less for a while. Not to create scarcity or restriction in my life, but rather, to live simply and more intentionally. Put in the kitchiest of ways, to have a place for everything, everything in its place, and for all of those deliberately chosen and placed items to have a purpose.
So, room by room, closet by closet, and drawer by drawer, I set out to trash, recycle, and donate all the excess stuff I’ve managed to accumulate in the last 30 years. When I habitually found myself unable to sleep at 4 am, I rolled out of bed and began tackling one project at a time. Surprisingly, the sorting, decluttering, and tossing became therapeutic. It felt freeing to quite literally let shit go. Continue reading