As I was helping my mother clear out her home in preparation for her move across the country, it truly dawned on me just how much stuff we accumulate throughout a lifetime or even over a few years. Do we need it all? No. Do we ever use it all? Definitely not. For the most part, it goes to waste while we are too busy scooping up the new, the better, the faster, and the sleeker stuff.
While I was hauling box upon box from her crammed attic to her even more crowded living room and then (finally) to its resting place-- the super-jam-packed basement, I came to realize that I should value space more than I do stuff. And thus it began, my new motto. I repeat, "I should value space more that I do stuff."
Some might argue that because I live in New York City, where space is a luxury and certainly not the standard, I am forced to limit how much stuff I bring into my life. And it's true. But my new motto becomes even more valid because of the non-existent amount of openness I enjoy. I need to minimize what is cluttering my life and make sure that with which I fill my home, office, handbag, life, schedule, and relationships is practical, but above all, important.