Rebelling against this object takeover, I have decided that when things are thrown away, spaces expand and they become places of living rather than places of storage. Even when things are linked to memories, there is a way to minimize their area and claim more square feet for the present to breathe.
Nothing sparks the desire to simplify more than the feeling of overwhelm or of not having enough time. Who doesn't wish for more time, nearly every day? Everything we do replaces something else that we cannot do at the same time. We have the ability to tune in and figure out what feels like an intrusion, or a leech, on our life's energy.