Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
There was a time when my home resembled a souvenir shop after a tornado—too many things with too little meaning. The drawer I feared most? The “Just in case” drawer. Just in case I lose one earring. Just in case I need ten pens that don’t work. Just in case I become a magician and need a sock without its pair.
But one fine day—armed with nothing but a mop, a brave heart, and a YouTube video on minimalism—I decided to let go.
Not just of broken toys and expired spices, but of something messier: my mental clutter.
I had been hoarding regrets, to-do lists, expectations, “what-ifs,” and “I-should-have-saids” like emotional antiques. It hit me—”Clutter is not just the stuff on the floor; it’s anything that stands between you and the life you want to be living.” — Peter Walsh.
I let go of overthinking (okay, I’m still trying), comparison (a work in progress), and guilt (especially the kind served hot with mom duties and cold with missed yoga sessions).
My mind feels lighter now. My home echoes peace, not misplaced keys. I talk to my plants, misplace fewer things, and even found my lost imagination (it was in the laundry basket, surprisingly).
Yes, my kids still think I’m hiding their toys. No, I didn’t throw away all my husband’s “essential cables.” But I did make space—for laughter, real conversations, and some surprisingly deep sleep.
As I sip tea in my clutter-free corner, I smile, remembering: “You can’t reach for anything new if your hands are still full of yesterday’s junk.”
Thought to ponder:
What if the life you crave isn’t far away but just buried beneath the things you refuse to let go of?

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