I’m finally accepting my older sister’s excellent way of simplifying: Out! Out! Out! She has always been a minimalist: growing up her room was immaculate, mine with piles of stuff all over the place. One of us would not be alive today if growing up we had had to share a room.
My husband and I finally joining her minimalist club. Here’s how we’re doing it. As we go through stuff we pretend we are moving. Our only question: Would we take it? We don’t ask subjective ones such as: Do we want it, like it, need it? Nor do we ask nostalgia questions. Of course, want, like, need and nostalgia become part our ‘would we take it’ response, but lots of stuff is going Out! Out! Out!
My husband and I finally joining her minimalist club. Here’s how we’re doing it. As we go through stuff we pretend we are moving. Our only question: Would we take it? We don’t ask subjective ones such as: Do we want it, like it, need it? Nor do we ask nostalgia questions. Of course, want, like, need and nostalgia become part our ‘would we take it’ response, but lots of stuff is going Out! Out! Out!