If you would have asked me a few years ago to purge my closet and throw away my belongings, I would have probably thought of murdering you.
What a sign of the times.
The past few months have been a wake up call from the gods. They have been whispering to me, “Leah, please get your shit together. We’ve asked you so many times. Please.”
I complied this time.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or what, but material possessions are beginning to mean less and less to me.
I used to have it all. Purses galore, a never-ending closet, trinkets and all sorts of shit.
So I decided to clean. In fact, I’m still in the process of cleaning. I’ve gotten rid of 85% of my clothes. The compelling urge to buy everything has gone away. For heavens sake, I even cleaned my sock drawer. A majority of my makeup, old bills, worn shoes– it’s all gone.
I wonder why the human race feels the urge to own everything under the sun. Do we not feel enough? Do we not experience enough? Does the sensation of buying new products fill a void in our lives?
I used to think I needed the latest and greatest to be anything in the world. I had so many people to impress.
Except not really. Fuck what people think.
I’ve still got quite a ways to go, but my journey to living minimally has begun.
A clean house, a clearer mind, a better me.
It can only go further up from here.