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Own Less … Much Less
Gain time and freedom … or what?
The image above would intimidate me if I were to walk into it in real life.
That’s not because I am messy, or perish the thought, dirty. I am neither, nor do I set myself unachievable standards.
My home reveals evidence that a human lives here, a coffee cup on my desk, plus an empty glass, a measuring tape (used yesterday) some Post-it notes, and a nice pile of things to be filed away one day. It’s a neat pile, by the way, but it’s a pile begging to be given a home.
My bedroom is as close to perfection as I can manage … with everything in its place as I like it. Just don’t peer into the depths of my wardrobe or drawers. I tidy them regularly, but things are often put away hurriedly, so they’re not pristine hideaways that I’d willingly have a stranger check out.
But it’s my sanctuary, and sanctuaries should be welcoming and safe. It’s all of that … oh except when my neighbour, my very tall neighbour, peered into my window when I hadn’t responded to his knocking.
He ha no idea what he just missed!
He’s only done it once, and that was enough to remind me to dress in the bathroom from now on! I told him (when dressed) that he was lucky.
