For those of you who've done a lot of decluttering, to the point that your home is zen-like - does the decluttering high dissipate after some time? Does it ever turn into regret? Depression over the *emptiness* of your rooms?
I ask b/c I've gotten to the point in my decluttering that is the most challenging. I've gotten rid of all the stuff that was easy to let go of, yk? Now we're left with the highly-sentimental: children's books from my own childhood that I'm not that attached to my kids having but have been with me for over 30 years, really cool, high-quality wooden toys bought for my kids by my mother before she passed away a few years ago, stuff that I am certain we *may* need some day (but there's a high premium on the small amount of storage space in our house!) such as back up glass kitchen items in case of breakage . . . stuff like that.
I've been grappling with the decisions over these items. Part of me wants to just be bold and clear it all out - make room for our highest priorities only and rejoice in the spaciousness of it all. But there are other parts of me that are worried that, after some time, I'll begin to miss that feeling of security, that coziness that comes from living amongst a well-stocked home. Or worse - that I'll regret having gotten rid of some things.
So what has been your emotional chronological experience, those of you who've done the decluttering to the point of sparseness?
I ask b/c I've gotten to the point in my decluttering that is the most challenging. I've gotten rid of all the stuff that was easy to let go of, yk? Now we're left with the highly-sentimental: children's books from my own childhood that I'm not that attached to my kids having but have been with me for over 30 years, really cool, high-quality wooden toys bought for my kids by my mother before she passed away a few years ago, stuff that I am certain we *may* need some day (but there's a high premium on the small amount of storage space in our house!) such as back up glass kitchen items in case of breakage . . . stuff like that.
I've been grappling with the decisions over these items. Part of me wants to just be bold and clear it all out - make room for our highest priorities only and rejoice in the spaciousness of it all. But there are other parts of me that are worried that, after some time, I'll begin to miss that feeling of security, that coziness that comes from living amongst a well-stocked home. Or worse - that I'll regret having gotten rid of some things.
So what has been your emotional chronological experience, those of you who've done the decluttering to the point of sparseness?





For example, there's some boxes of clothes my children have outgrown. I find myself desiring to get rid of it all. But DUH, I'm pregnant, and I don't know the sex of the baby. I have to force myself and wait and see what we actually need, and then sort in a few months. Otherwise I'll just have to spend more money to get what we need.


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