As I pulled my thoughts together to start this blog, I scrolled through images of donation pickups I'd scheduled since May of 2019. Literally boxes and boxes of stuff.
In truth, I am a little amazed. Amazed:
- At myself, a supposedly money-conscious frugalista who shopped thrift stores and the clearance rack,
- At what this meant about the sheer volume of stuff I had before I started, and
- That all of that was STUFFED into a 1125 square foot 2 bedroom townhome, and a 900 sqft one before that! (no wonder I often felt like I was losing my mind!)
Looking at the pictures, I feel like I've come a long way. And that's because I have come a long way. Even without showing items still lurking in my home, even people who don't know me can guess my progress.
However, even with the validation that can come from others witnessing (and celebrating) my progress, it is not my reason for doing this. For me, reaching my full potential lies somewhere within decluttering ... everything ... my home, my body, my soul ... and letting go of anything that doesn't serve a real purpose.
Which is the beauty of the present moment. Being keen, aware. We can take action, or start (or start again) any time, with any goal we desire. No need to feel like we are behind, that others are so far ahead, or even feel like we are bragging, showing off. We are where we are, and that's the place from which we begin, in each moment. And that's the place from which we applaud and celebrate each other's progress.
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