One of the things I want to deal with this year is the illusion of scarcity that I have somehow instilled in my mind.
I’m not made of money, but I’m not poor either. True, I’ve been better off financially, but I’ve been much worse. And it is perhaps that ‘worse’ that I’m clinging to, that doesn’t let me go.
But if I really had little, would I ‘challenge’ myself to #100empties? Would I get rid of a tonne of products I never got around to using? Would I own six domain names? Would I have a library full of books?
A ball of scarves?
A drawer of nail polishes?
A vanity full of jewellery and cosmetics?
I’ve got enough soap to last me a decade, and enough books to last me two lifetimes – ten lifetimes if I include the electronic ones, and they should very well be counted. I don’t need to look up another film in at least a year, and I don’t need to shop for food for a month. I’m not sure I’ll ever go through all the lipsticks that I own, and half of my clothes would probably be destroyed by dust, mould, and moth before I get to wearing them all at least five times.