Recently, I had a revelation. Not as profound as Jesus’ revelation, but a big one for my house nonetheless.
I’m in the process of purging my home (and my mind) of all the “stuff.” Expired items. Decor that serves no purpose functionally nor brings me joy (and collects dust). Clothes. Papers. Purses. Collections of things tucked away in boxes that serve no other purpose than to take up space.
I’m also purging people. People that make me feel less-than. People that ask questions to be nosy, not because they genuinely care. Fake people.
You see, there was a time when I yearned for the latest fashions or electronics. There was a time that I thought I was “being the bigger person” by conversing with someone who did nothing but add doubt and throw daggers.
All the “stuff” simply doesn’t matter anymore. The extras are just more to clean. More to organize. More to find storage for.
I’m Marie Kondo-ing my life physically and emotionally.
The things that bring me joy are spending time with my family. Enjoying the sunshine on a beautiful day. Eating and laughing with friends and family that are encouraging and rooting for me in my life, in my marriage, and in my journey as a mom.
I no longer care about the latest designer bag. Or making fake conversation with someone who hurt me.
I don’t have time for things or people that subtract from my life. Cleaning and organizing mountains of material items takes quality time away from my child. Fruitless conversation creates a replay reel in my head that I don’t have the energy for.
I’m shifting my thought process to minimalism. Keeping my items and my circle small.