Where Did All This Stuff Come From?
If clutter had a favorite hangout in my life, it would be my clothes closet and my garage. These two spaces have quietly become long-term storage facilities—with no rent, no eviction notices, and plenty of sentimental excuses.
Let’s start with my closet. It is full of clothes I no longer wear but am emotionally attached to. Outfits from “one day I might need this,” to clothes that no longer fit but are “great motivation,” and items I haven’t seen since the last decade. Somehow, I still insist, “I have nothing to wear.” The math is not mathing.
Now, the garage. What was once meant for a car has become a museum of old decisions. Boxes labeled “miscellaneous” (which means I don’t know what’s in here), broken items I plan to fix someday, and things I kept because they were “still good.” The garage didn’t become cluttered overnight—it was a slow, intentional act of avoidance.
Reducing clutter in my life isn’t just about throwing things away; it’s about letting go of guilt, nostalgia, and the belief that everything might be useful someday. Turns out, peace needs space—both in my home and in my head.
So yes, I will be starting small soon: one hanger, one box, one “why am I keeping this?” moment at a time. Because less clutter means less stress… and maybe one day, my car will finally see the inside of the garage again.
Now that would be a miracle worth celebrating. 😄
Peace!
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