I live in a beautiful prewar apartment in a fairly nice and incredibly green part of NYC. I have more space now than I’ve ever had before, more natural sunlight than any one New Yorker should have and oh closets, lots and lots of closets – 5 to be exact, 3 are in my bedroom. #yesyoushouldhateme #butkeepreading
I’ve always dreamed of having a nice home filled with art and things I love all neatly and nicely pulled together, a curated but completely lived-in home – a place for everything and everything in its place. What I have instead is a lot of stuff, stuff in closets, stuff in piles, stuff half hung on walls, stuff propped up against walls, stuff in bags waiting to be taken to the Goodwill, and stuff I can’t really remember why I have. Now, things haven’t reached hoarder proportions and fingers crossed they won’t ever, but I do question why I have so much stuff. Why do I have things tucked and stored away that I haven’t worn or used in years? Why do I buy things I don’t need or things I don’t have a clear plan for? And most importantly, why is all my stuff now feeling like a burden and not a blessing?
Do you know what I mean?
I mean I like nice things. I like clothes and shoes, stationery and pillows, new pieces and thrifted pieces, but come on how much stuff should one person have? When is enough, enough?
A fellow blogger buddy recently shared this article on dealing with clutter and I took it as yet another sign (cause apparently the March 2014 issue of O Magazine, the guilt and anxiety I feel from seeing mounting piles of stuff when I enter my apartment, and my daughter’s side-eyes clearly aren’t enough) that I need to give some focused attention to caring for my space and my possessions.
My sanity and entrepreneurial pursuits depend on me getting my house in order. When my home is clean and organized I am happier and feel more grounded and available to receive, give and create. When my space is unorganized and filled with unfinished projects, I feel frazzled, overwhelmed, stingy and less confident in my ability to create and finish.
At 34, I just want to own what I need. I want my possessions to reflect the peace and beauty I am trying to cultivate in my life. I want my home to be filled with meaningful and priceless pieces with history and heart.
I want just enough….and no more.
How about you? What do you really want?
I don’t expect my dealing with clutter to happen overnight or over the weekend because much of the stuff I own I’ve lugged around for years and I am sort of attached. Nope dealing with clutter won’t be easy, but I am crystal clear it’s what I need to do in order to make room for the beauty and peace I want in my home and in my life.
It comes down to need. What in your living space do you need? What is essential? What possessions do you love? Why do you love them?
Do tell. Share in the comments below.
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