The Minimalist Life is Hard!

My goal for 2017 is to become a bit of a minimalist. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm blaming my friend Taylor. See, Taylor was homeless for five years and finally got an apartment and all he had was the clothes on his back and a few things we were able to get him. His Christmas tree stood about four feet tall and only had four ornaments on it, yet he and his son were beyond happy. They had fun decorating their own tree because they had never had one before! His son didn't complain that his bed was used and it was old, he was fine with it. He just smiled and showed me around his room. It was at that moment that I truly realized how dependent my family was on things, just random things. We found excuses to keep anything and everything, even if we had never used the object before we still insisted we needed it! We were sure it had some kind of use and would fight tooth and nail to keep it in our house. After this experience I was done with all of that. The first few days, it was a fun adventure of getting rid of things, but now half way through the month I feel so overwhelmed and like I'm getting rid of too much! I feel like we're going to need the things I'm getting rid of even though we clearly haven't used them in years! But, I also know how this works. I get rid of baby things, we have a baby. It happened with our last two and I know that it will happen again. I keep reminding myself, stuff is replaceable but it's just crazy to think there are people who have less than me. There are people who would kill to be in my position of having too much stuff, to have stuff that is worth keeping. I never realized how hard it truly is to be a minimalist and I'm so glad I'm not going full on minimalist because I don't think I could personally do that. I applaud people who have more will power than me and can do it. Maybe one day I'll be less of a hoarder, baby steps guys. Now, time to get back to cleaning out my house!