Work with ease, find the flow.
So still and grey, it could’ve been the sky, but the lake's small waves lapping on the shore whispered hello. I always feel at home by the water. The campground was full of people and my yurt had little privacy, but I had miles of shoreline to myself. I was confused by the solitude. While…
A funny thing happened as I cleared my house of excess stuff: The invisibility cloak lifted off my furniture. I'd taken it for granted, it was part of the scenery. I hadn't considered living without my lovely living room wall unit, for example, until there was almost nothing left in it and the starkness of…
Resetting My Life I wrote before about the start of my radical decluttering journey (Powerful Books) - it was (officially) in 2015, after years of chaos and trauma in my personal life, when I'd found hope and excitement about the future. (Unofficially, I can trace my first step to a moment of sparkling lights glistening…
In the video called My Furniture-Free Minimalist Apartment Tour, I was charmed by Youheum Son, an extreme minimalist. I could listen to her soothing voice for hours, but it was the hope of seeing more of her cat, Boru, that kept me glued to my screen. I scrolled through many of her other videos, wondering,…
I’m years into my quest for less, and the more radical decluttering I do, the happier I am. There’s an urgency to it now though, that has nothing to do with the delight I find in simplicity. It’s my children. The earth is on fire, and their future is burning along with it. Our home…
Do you always get through your to-do list? If you're laugh-crying at such a ridiculous question, you're not alone. If your answer is "usually, not always" then congratulations, that's awesome! A) Tell us how and B) Are there things you'd like to be doing but can't fit them in? Maybe this will help. The key…
I love to plan – LOVE setting out all my upcoming adventures in my calendar, dreaming about what I’ll do on that weekend in Manhattan or what chores to tackle before a gaggle of teenagers fills my basement for a sleepover. A lesson I have to learn repeatedly though, is that whatever story I tell…
