That corner used to house a desk I never sat at and two bookshelves that held things I never read or used.
In the past two weeks I’ve sold that desk and that bookshelf, plus an extra dresser from my bedroom. And I replaced it with this white bookcase that holds all the things I read, use, or listen to.
The desk nook is now my yoga nook, complete with two new plants from the Denver Botanic Garden’s Cactus and Succulent sale today.
It’s taken me less than half my life — two years to be exact — to realize stuff does not equal happiness. Nor does it equal value. My apartment feels more “me” than it’s ever been in the six years I’ve lived here.
Oh, the joy of less.