When I tell people I love minimalism, the way they look at me makes me think that they picture me living in a bare house, with no joy, no furniture, no toys- sterile and devoid of life. Oh, and everything’s greige. Well if you’ve seen where I live, it’s the opposite of that. And we are happy with it! Finding our family’s version of minimalism has been a journey that keeps on winding. Minimalism speaks to me because I want how I spend my time to align more fully with what is most important to me. I want to find meaning in activities I enjoy instead of cleaning up fruitlessly during all of my free time. Before minimalism, I felt like I was spending my time taking care of stuff instead of taking care of people . I felt like I spent my time and energy doing laundry, dishes, cleaning up messes everywhere… Yet we still lived in a mess. It felt hopeless, always cleaning and never living in a clean space. I craved the rejuvenation that comes from playing with my kids on the floor, reading my ...
Living life on purpose, with purpose, for a purpose!