There is a lot to be said for cleaning out the clutter by the time you reach a certain point in your life. Maybe about the time all of your kids have flown the nest. Maybe you made a big career adjustment, pared back to protect your spare time and the much needed periods of rest and retreat. Perhaps you have encountered a big, ugly health crisis and leaning towards minimalism was inevitable anyway.
Whatever sent you down that path….selling off the big pieces of furniture and making a choice to do well with less….every now and then comes a realization:
Shit, I needed that ______________.
We can’t host a birthday party in this 1000 square foot apartment.
No way can we do Thanksgiving here, we have 4 glasses.
Nuts, that step ladder isn’t ours anymore.
We can’t go to the charity gala we were gifted tickets to, because our “evening wear” went with all the extras we were willing to live without.
Seems our quest for living with less was rudely interrupted by how much it would cost to scramble and make that happen. We are left with two thoughts. One is that stuff and access to stuff separates people in this world. The other is that choices present unintended outcomes, sometimes not immediately realized.