Today marks the halfway point of my journey through the 30 Day Minimalism Game - a challenge I took on at the beginning of the year in the hopes that January would send me off lighter and freer than when I'd started.
In reality, I'm keeping up. Every day I think "Nope, this is it. There's nothing else that I want to get rid of or that I have the final say about" (the challenges of minimalistic living with a spouse). Having already gone through several "purges" (so many, in fact, that I've lost count), the most recent being when we moved from a 3 bedroom 2 bath house to a 1 bedroom 1 bath apartment, I honestly didn't know if I would make it this far.
How wrong was I. Every day sees me digging through some drawer or closet, a box that hasn't been touched since the move, a shelf housing books which were packed and unpacked but never opened.
My husband accuses me (in a very loving way) of "just trying to get to the number," and in some ways he's right. The challenge of making it to the new daily goal forces me to stretch my view of my possessions, to not pass over the same cabinet again without even seeing its contents, but rather to really investigate my use of these objects.
The number makes me ask myself when the last time I used something was, and keeps me in perpetual surprise when I realize I can't remember.
To date I have now released 120 items from my home via a combination of selling, returning to their original owners, donating, and recycling/throwing away (always the last resort), but by January 30 that number will be 465 - assuming I make it! Somehow I think I'll find a way. Here's to a much, much lighter 2016.