I got rid of stuff and now I feel naked…exposed.
I don’t like it. I feel vulnerable.
When I go to bed each night, I travel between our bed and a wall created from two large dog crates, two large plastic bins, and two large laundry baskets filled with random miscellaneous items. Actually it’s overflowing more than filled. I’m simplifying my life and overflowing baskets of nonsense have to go.
On Monday night I gathered the two laundry baskets and emptied them while I watched TV.
I no longer have my wall.
And, I don’t like it.
I surprised myself by that. I crave fewer things. I want everything out of my house. Yet, when it comes down to really simplifying, I can’t stand it.
I watched a documentary the other day about Tiny Houses and the people who love them. It is so good. I will watch again and again. Here’s the link: http://tinyhouseblog.com/tiny-house-video/we-the-tiny-house-people-documentary/
One of the men mentioned how he liked his tiny house because when he was younger he liked cozy places that he could create nest for himself in. I so like my nest. I guess that’s why I created all these walls of things. To make my little nests.
When I have my stuff, I have my nest. Now the problem is I don’t want all this stuff. LOL What’s a minimalist to do.
Get a smaller house!
I spent all these years expecting the American Dream to happen. Better job + More money = Bigger house.
Better job only equaled: More stress, less personal time, more money spent on clothes, eating out, and keeping up, plus me getting migraines.
It’s taken me 37 years to figure all this out, and I’ve only figured out a smidgeon of it. 🙂
But, I do know one thing. I crave simplicity. So I will stay on this journey.
Creating my nests,
~Bohemian Christian Chelle