Minimalist

I often hear the Voices In My Head silently declare, what a mess. Stuff collected over the years, filling spaces now covered with dust demanding to be dusted, rearranged, owned, while my subconsciousness ask, “Do I really need this?”

But, maybe, kith and kin left behind will! Sentimental treasures.

In reality, a few items might spark an interest, but 80% eventually trashed or donated, gone.

When grandpa Maynard died, I observed an argument over who would get the toolbox filled with fishing stuff.

I desire to own less so I can: dust less, rearrange less, trash or donated today.

Ameliorate.