I fantasize about the day when my abode will contain only the bare essentials. I will walk into my apartment and a Zen-like ambiance will pervade the open spaces. All that I own will fit in two suitcases, and my paperwork and photographs will be scanned into my computer.
I have come to realize that my decision to become a minimalist will have far-reaching implications not only for myself, but for all the lives that I touch.
Case in Point: Family members have to expend considerable time and effort trying to figure out how to dispose of their loved one’s belongings.
Not so in my case. All they’ll have to do to get rid of most of my stuff is just hit the delete button. I love it!
Now how easy and breezy is that?