I have a problem.
and that problem is called STUFF.
Across from me on my dresser are a bunch of nail polishes. My nails have been painted for roughly 3 days since April. My wall boasts a whole shelf full of sprays/perfumes that I rarely think to use because I have endless amounts in my bathroom, too. I see a tin FULL of pens and pencils and piles of clothes I’ll have to cram into my dresser. It’s suffocating.
As if to prove my point, I went to grab my camera (which I brought in from my car an hour ago) to take a picture of it, and I cannot find it. I know it’s somewhere in all of my STUFF, but I can’t find it.
Here’s a weird thought. Part of the reason why it’s so easy for me to carelessly spend my money is because I have so much STUFF that none of it has any real significant value, ESPECIALLY if I buy it cheap. What’s ONE MORE NAIL POLISH I won’t use? I already have like 45 of them, so one more doesn’t require much thought. Another cute notebook to add to my pile of unused journals? Sure… I’ll eventually get to them.
The clutter in my life has a weird affect on my spending habits. I don’t really need anything, but I buy things that are cute because it might look cute tucked away the gazillion other cute things I’ve purchased in the past few years. Buying something new doesn’t create any sort of real change in my life because I buy things to fill holes… that weren’t there. I’m guilty of this on the very smallest scale (which adds up to big problems!). Sometimes I buy a new wire basket in the $1 section at Target because it’s really cute. But I didn’t need a new wire basket. Now I try to figure out where to put it and what to put in it, and I often give up and it ends up in random places because it’s a completely irrelevant purchase, even if it was only $1.
aaaaaand I’m done. I’m officially on a mission to unstuff my life. I don’t want the mental, physical and financial clutter of collecting material possessions.
I’m starting with that dresser I wrote about earlier. My goal, by this time next week, is to have unstuffed the top of my dresser. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to throw it all away, but it’s either going to be utilized, organized, or given away.
Don’t judge me, but I’m about to post pictures I took on my phone as a starting point. You know, a “before.” Keeping it real here, people. Keeping it real.
