Not really. But it could help. All I know is that I was happier when I owned
My space was always clean. There wasn’t anything to leave clutter around. My thoughts were clearer, so I stayed focused more. My little corner of the world felt like an oasis, rather than another task I had to tackle.
I wasted less time. In the mornings, I worried less about what to wear. I onlyowned a handful of outfits that I already knew made me feel good. I would put one on, feel great, and then walk out the door with confidence and time. Two ofthe most important accessories.
I cherished the little things more. Every little thing that I owned had a purpose or special meaning. My earring collection was my special thing. Each set of earrings had a meaning, a story behind it. Each day I chose a set I adored and wore it like a medal of honor. Everything I owned had a place and purpose, so I took extra special care of everything. Nothing was taken for granted.
I lived more
People admired me. For some reason, men
There was more love in my life. I valued moments and memories over materialistic items. It began to rub off on those closest to me. Instead of gadgets and clothes as gifts, I shared more experiences with people I loved. We went laser tagging, to concerts, or to pottery classes. When people die we don’t say, “oh I wish I could have given them those Beats headphones they always wanted!”. We wish “If I could only have one more memory, one more moment, with them. . .”
I’m still human. I’m a human pack rat, just like you. I’m relatable and real. So naturally, I’ve acquired a lot of needless items over time. Sometimes you have less and sometimes you have more, as goes life. That’s why writing this post has inspired me to do my quarterly purge. Clothes, books, makeup, electronics and more. It all piles up.
But if you want minimalism to save your soul then all you need to remember is this: collect love, not things.