It’s 7:58 a.m. and I’m looking around the living room/dining room/kitchen in my apartment wondering, “how the hell did I amass all of this crap?”
Of course I know how. A garage sale here, a book sale there, Christmas, birthdays, technology upgrades, my inability to get rid of a piece of furniture that has sentimental value, but that I can’t even sit in because it’s so uncomfortable, retail “therapy”. The truth is that I haven’t spent a lot of money on this stuff—most of my furniture was given to my husband and I or bought second-hand and refinished—but it’s all starting to make me feel a little claustrophobic.
STUFF. And I’m addicted to it. And that’s been bothering me for a while. [Read more…] about Live more by doing, and having, less