But I’m committing to making some changes in my life. And this step, while seemingly insignificant and definitely not pleasurable, is vital to redefining my definition of the word “need.”
Because growing up, I was surrounded by tons of “stuff.” Closets overflowing with clothes. Garages piled with scrap lumber. Basements with towers of plastic file boxes. And unknowingly, I was taught to hold. on. to. everything.
But through a combination of limited financial means and a nostalgic ideology, I’ve managed to break the cycle. Mostly. I am no longer holding onto clothes that I don’t wear. Or items that I don’t use. And the objects in my home are limited to things that I really do love. So this is the final step.
It’s definitely a work in progress. Hell, I’m a work in progress. But hopefully this will help me to teach my daughter that life is so much more than just stuff.