Photo by Denys Nevozhai on Unsplash I’ve been a minimalist now for 5 years – perhaps even longer. Looking around my house now and reflecting on life’s current trajectory, it’s hard to believe I was once a hoarder who sat in my gaming chair with no desire or direction. Tell a lie, I Continue Reading
Photo courtesy of Kinkate on Pixabay Dreams. We all have them, right? Famous writer. Rich actor. Respected doctor. Accomplished scientist. Successful parent. Seasoned Traveller. Renowned artist. Popular Youtuber. World-class chef. Talented musician. As children we’re full of dreams and hopes for the future. If we’re lucky, the adults did their Continue Reading
Photo by Aamir Suhail on Unsplash I used to hold onto everything. Toys from my childhood, things that brought back painful memories, things I thought gave me an identity, and even people who took away my dignity and self-respect. Then there were the people who had passed. So devastated I was that I Continue Reading
Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Unsplash As I’ve built my decluttering muscles and let go of more and more stuff from my life, people have asked me questions, some curious, and others fearful. The curious wonder what minimalism is and how it is that I’ve got rid of so much stuff. The fearful Continue Reading
Photo from Jarmoluk on Pixabay Sentimental clutter. You’ve probably heard of it and seen thousands of posts and videos on the subject. There’s no shortage of this content because humans are emotional creatures, and we get particularly attached to objects which represent the past: Our old childhood teddy bears, A+ 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
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