Penny for your thoughts and other loose change
I don't like change.
I very much dislike it. You could even say I hate it.
Why then, do you suppose I have just finished rearranging my furniture for the third time in the last six months?
I will say this once:
If you want to discourage me from doing something, one of the worst things you could do is to discourage me from trying.
Instead, you ought to let me go ahead and try. By all means, encourage me.
And be there when (if) I fail.
And redirect my attention after the failure to something you endorse instead.
Maybe you're not cut out to be a minimalist...
I've lived here for a decade. The last time I rearranged my living space, it was tearing down my bedframe and replacing it with a hammock stand.
That was a massive shift in my perspective. It was a new schematic for how to live my life. I was no longer beholden to a rectangle of immutable dead space in the middle of my room.
And now I'm trying to create another one.
A new schematic.
One for a more efficient way to live.
I don't need a 10-k-square-foot house.
I don't want to need the 150-square-foot room I have now.
I want to be content in less.
And I'm getting closer.
