It was late morning, my little guy was crying due to yet another upset belly triggered by food sensitivities. I was physically and emotionally exhausted by this point. We were out of clean clothes, so I HAD to get a load of laundry started that day. I left him crying upstairs with his brother and ventured into our basement. I wanted to sit down and cry when I hit the bottom step. There were mounds of clothing, blankets, sheets, and towels all needing to be washed. I was beyond behind. It would take days to dig out of this mess. It was bad, very very bad.
As I sorted clothing and started a load, I realized we didn't need to be living this way.
We had accumulated so much over the years and it was strangling us while we were simply trying to tread water. I realized we really didn't need so much stuff--and by keeping it all I was enabling myself to fall behind and live in a state of constant overwhelm.
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