Much like my former employer, we’ve had to cut a lot of fat lately. We could only afford to move a small amount of stuff overseas so we had to find new homes for the majority of our crap; and crap it all is. It’s amazing how much stuff you accumulate when you have a place to put it. So far we’ve sent three truck loads to the dump and three to the Salvation Army. The rest has been crammed into what little space our parents have left.
Though stressful, this de-cluttering has been surprisingly freeing. I feel so much lighter and almost…peaceful? Maybe peaceful isn’t the right word, but it’s the best one I can think of to describe the feeling. It’s almost as if throwing out the junk and excess baggage does the same to the inside of your head. Maybe these Danes are on to something? Like that guy said on the Oprah special about Copenhagen the other day: “less space, less things, more life”.
Sounds good to me. Let’s see if we can pull it off. And no, I don’t watch Oprah regularly.