Dear Marie,
Over the past year and a half, like most people, I have watched more television than in any other year. After binging on everything from Bridgerton to Virgin River, I segued into an array of interesting and educational topics via Amazon, Netflix, Hulu, and Youtube. I can now trim a sail and a bonsai tree, grow vegetables and lemons, advise the most affordable places in the world to retire and when you pick one, I can help you redecorate your villa/yurt/igloo.
As a result of this onslaught of information, I can no longer take a bite of chicken or sip from a water bottle without tasting bitter guilt. And meat? Are you kidding?
Then I discovered you and journeyed happily down the rabbit-hole of your episodes as you helped people declutter their homes and their lives.
I agree most of us have too much and are suffocating beneath “stuff” we consistently acquire. I am also learning about how consumerism is posing a real threat to our planet. Downright frightening.
So I quickly became a fan, appreciating how you gently coerce people to unburden themselves with items they no longer need. You have convinced them to “thank” the item for the joy it once brought and then say goodbye. Genius.
That being said, I admit it would be difficult for me to strictly follow your guidelines.
If I were to dispose of everything I own that did not bring me joy, my closet would hold yoga pants, hoody sweatshirts, and no bras. My fridge would be stocked with peanut butter, chocolate and wine. My freezer? Yep, vodka…and ice cream.
Hardly a responsible existence, but I’m up for the challenge. I love your message of simplistic living and want to feel more gratitude for what I have. I’m on a mission, Marie.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to thank my vacuum and toss escort it to the curb.
Wish me luck.
Sincerely,
Kimberly
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