Realisation

I am planning to relax next week because I haven't gotten the time to do that in a while. I have chosen some movies that I might wanna watch. I also need to get the stuff out of the house. The glass bottles are starting to pile up and I want that gone before I relax. The fact that I know it's there will bother me. The thing about being consious about things has always made me restless. 

The fact that I started my path on minimalism I had less headaches. I know it was something bothering me but I couldn't put a finger on it. Like starting to organize and all was the beginning of it. Tomorrow is the day that a huge pile of stuff is leaving the house because this week I have done so much that the donation pile takes too much space. 

Like in the night when I got the energy to lessen one box in the attic and recycled paper. And after writing about my dumping pile I even took the time to stick everything in an old travel bag. It looks really clean and organized. I realize that minimalism has given myself a purpose in life. Someting untangble but still important; clearance. 

Because I have less things around my mind becomes clearer, things and thoughts become more understandable. I always had a nack for empathy and after starting with minimalism it has become stronger. Perhaps writing more has also helped.