It sounds wonderful, but I like a lot of my things and I am terrible at getting rid of it. I have a younger sister who seems to be able to throw away with abandon. She sends me a photo of her desk and I am left wondering where all of the stuff is. Where are the fifty or so pens that I have stuffed in a holder. Where are the glass jars filled with buttons and other paraphernalia that I am sure I am going to use some day. Where is the basket that is overflowing with bits and pieces of paper. Her desk has one lamp on it.
Then it dawns on me. Maybe she is actually able to use her desk. I still seem to be stuck in the teenage mode of working in a chair or on my bed. (Don't tell my mom, she tried to break me of that practice years ago.)
As most of you know, I will be moving to a 550 square foot apartment in a few months and I am working hard at "trying" to purge. It isn't easy, but I have found that if I hold something in my hand and see if it brings me joy it is easier. Some things I know immediately should go. Some things I am iffy about. Some things would have to be wrenched out of my cold, dead hand.
I am finding there are a lot of things I can do without. I have come to realize that my things are not relationships. They are inanimate objects. Many of the things that were stuffed in the back of my closet are those things that I was sure I would need some day. The amount of dust on them attests to the fact that I haven't needed them as much as I thought.
Learning to live with less is just that, a learning process. But who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Wait, did I just refer to myself as old. NEVER!!!