I have resolved to own no more clothes that fit comfortably in our bedroom’s two built in dressers, the one built-in closet which belongs to me, and the beautiful antique tall-boy with inlaid woods I was given. That’s actually a lot of clothes, and I have decided never going to own more than can fit in this space.
So each time, I succumb to temptation on our travels and buy a beautiful hand-knitted sweater or shawl or scarf or shirt, something must go.
Irene watches this process of chucking or donation with bemusement, especially when she realised that the only reason I am donating my least favourite item, or chucking the most worn-out is to have unstuffed dresser drawers.
“That’s like cutting off your nose to make more room on your face,” she observes.
Perhaps. However, though I am just a beginner in the journey of decluttering and minimalism, I can definitely testify that it greatly helps mental focus and inner tranquillity.
Who would have expected such gains from the simple mental health/wealth pleasure of decluttering?