Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash Before I became a minimalist, I wanted nothing more than to be grounded in one place, surrounded by all the things that made me feel safe; my game consoles, my figurines, and my shelves of books and games (not to mention the clutter from Continue Reading
Photo by Fares Hamouche on Unsplash Sometimes, I don’t post for a period of time. I intend to, but I often find that weeks go by or a whole month before I get my writing head on and publish another article. And quite often I’ll tell myself ‘I haven’t had time’. ‘I don’t Continue Reading
Being out in nature really puts things into perspective. We are tiny in comparison. We have lived a fraction of the time of ancient trees. As early humans, we would have used nature, grown our own food, made things from it, and generally not destroyed it. Rather, we were one Continue Reading
One minute you’re flying along, throwing out and donating bags of stuff at the speed of light, the next, you’ve sat there for half an hour delicately handling your grandad’s prize trophy, or smiling at your son’s first drawing of family.
Keeping hope,decluttering sentimental objects, and letting go of pain.
How to deal with those hard-to-declutter things in your life.
When I was at school, I hated PE. Not only did I dislike the physical exertion, I hated being outside in the cold. Inevitably, PE almost always ended up a session of me defending myself from bullies in some way, or my poor skills because I never understood the rules Continue Reading
The other day I decided once and for all I was going to stop pracrastinating over what to do with my extremely heavy box of journals. I brought them down from the attic and have been going through them in baby steps – years and years of entries. I had Continue Reading
When you live an unconventional lifestyle, such as minimalism, the journey can be a lonely one, particularly if nobody around you understands. This goes for anything, whether it’s quitting your job to run your own business, quitting alcohol, getting up at 5am every morning to write, or spending hours sketching Continue Reading
I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. When I was a child, my parents bought me a typewriter with those tall keys you have to really press down on to make the letter print on the paper. Later, they bought me an electronic one where you Continue Reading