I read this book while I was in Arizona:
I really liked it. A lot.
I had read about people doing this particular challenge in October when I was purging and cleaning and simplifying, you remember the drill. But I didn't really go for it because I knew that in a house with four other people, there was no way I was getting down to only 100 things. But then I read the book, and realized that the author also had a wife and children, and he did whittle down to under 100 things. 100 personal things. That is where it becomes a possibility. He didn't count family items (though his family also went through a major purging phase, as we have been and still are), just items that were exclusively his were counted.
Consider my interest piqued.
I know. It's crazy right? I mean it is crazy. Who lives with just 100 things or less to call their own?
Only about 80% of the world.
And don't even think that I consider myself remotely comparable to their life situation by getting rid of 32 shirts and 12 pairs of shoes, and then sitting on my sofa and thinking how humble I am.
'Cause I so don't.
I do know that I feel entirely too entitled most of the time. That I tend to pile and hoard if left unchecked. That I can obsess about things, using them to feel secure, loved, important, successful, needed. It's just not healthy.
And also, I cleaned my house in a flat hour today. Every room (Well, not the kids rooms. I do the birthing so they can do the cleaning in their areas). And a couple loads of laundry, too.
Seriously, summer's coming..the lake is swim worthy again. There's about ten billion things I would rather be doing than bogged down inside caring for stuff half of which I stopped enjoying a decade ago? WHO NEEDS THAT?!?!
So. There's that.
100 things. I don't know if I'll be able to get there by May 1st, but we'll call it a journey in progress until I do.