I love watching videos of calm people organizing their minimalist homes. It's a hobby, of sorts.
I am not a minimalist, though. I know my husband would love me to be. Alas, he married an artist and reader. We have hundreds of books I can't give up, and I have two studio spaces--the garage and a small room inside. After four decades of no real space for writing and painting, I've sprawled over the last few years and taken over.
Last year, though, I had this emotional moment while searching for glue in the garage:
I have wonderful treasures that need to be out in the world, and they're sitting dusty in drawers and boxes. Because of me.
So I sold a bunch of it at two different yard sales, and donated even more. I'm reworking other bits to sell at the shop as kits.
This stuff will finally be art, even if I'm not the artist.
Knowing you're the reason the world is deprived of something beautiful is hard to sit with.
It's the end of the year. Is there something you've been clinging to that needs out, so it can shine? Maybe 2024 should be that year.