My goal isn't to own X number of things or have a stark-looking home. I just think that if I aim for that end of the spectrum, I'll end up in a happy middle somewhere.
Things just... appear. And if I'm not careful, they keep appearing and then just sit there. I stop seeing them after awhile, and never consider whether I actually need them or use them, because I'm just so used to them being there. I never question their presence. And now that I'm trying to do so, there are some things I still can't see. Only while I'm doing something else do I realize, "Hey, that thing in the other room. I totally don't need that!" A strange phenomenon.
A messy space stresses me the fark out. Even a space that's too busy, where they eye can't find a place to rest, absolutely does my head in. And because I already have nervous system disfunction, I need to me aware of how my space is affecting my health.
So here's to the start of a minimalism journey. I've already enlisted the help of a professional. This is going to be wild.
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Thank you for your thoughts.