A few weeks ago I mentioned in a post that I got rid of my queen bed. While it did remind me of my ex-husband, it just didn’t fit me.
When I was younger and we moved into my “childhood” home, my mom bought me a day bed. I think I was used to that dual purpose concept of “feeling like a sofa but it’s also a bed maybe?”
Point is, I am very happy that I got rid of it.
The room feels so much better and feels more like “me.” Over the past few months, I’ve noticed myself making changes like that. Something as simple as only keeping “two of every silverware” and getting rid of the rest was the starting point.
I rearranged the living room to fit me better.
I rearranged the kids room to fit our routine better”
And of course, I rearranged my “bedroom” to fit my new lifestyle.
I had been thinking of this ideal since I started the divorce process back in December but I didn’t want to be seen as weird. But if there is one thing that I am thankful for this year is me finally letting “that go.”
I no longer care if someone finds me weird.
I no longer care if someone doesn’t agree with my version of minimalism.
I no longer care to fit the mold.
I am me and no one can take that away.
I want my children to see me embrace my [semi] “uniqueness” so they can embrace their own.That is the goal.