The other day, surrounded by yet another collection of scattered things around the house, I mumbled to myself:
"Argh! I'm done with this! We have too much stuff. We need to get rid of some."
That, my friends, is what I call a "minimalist mind shift." Because traditionally, in our day and age, when we have too many people and too much stuff we are supposed to want a bigger home to house it all. And yes, I might feel some days like we could use an extra room or two, somewhere to separate children when things get too close. But I never feel now like we need to get a bigger house for all our stuff. I have won the battle against "stuff."