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clutter
You don't need Marie Kondo to save you.
They already have enough stuff.
You'll be a lot happier once you get rid of them.
Not everybody is a minimalist, and I am not saying that everybody should be. I am not even all that good a minimalist. But it is worth thinking about how you want to spend your time and money between collecting stuff and collecting experiences.
Before kids came along, we were living in an 850-square-foot condo in downtown Toronto. That included my home office. We were not crowded there. Yet here we are, in a 3,000 square foot house, and it seems that "stuff" collects everywhere. It feels more crowded.
Go vertical!
You are never, never going to read that book you hated again.
Including keeping your dining table set at all times.
When my daughters were younger and we lived in a smaller house, I dreamed of having a playroom in the basement so I could shut the door, ignore the mess and minimize the noise. When we moved to a new house, I was ecstatic when we dumped the toys in the playroom. Problem was, our girls did not want to play downstairs.
This weekend I got rid of about 20 per cent of the crap in my closet. And it felt FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. Included in the purge: every pair of high heels that hurts my feet, anything beige, a briefcase that I hate, and pretty lace underwear that I love but is TOO SMALL. Because, really, who needs a daily reminder that your ass used to be smaller?
