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I had just got through yelling at him, again , to clean his bedroom. I was tired of the mess and I was tired of telling him to clean. How quickly I forget how overwhelmed I feel when a mess is staring me in the face. As I looked at my son and I looked at the mess, I realized we were both overwhelmed. It was too much—it felt like too high a mountain to climb. It was then that I knew we needed a change. That was that day we decided on a very simple rule that would become the foundation for how we would live: Fewer things, more peace.
The less we have, the less overwhelmed we feel. And the less overwhelmed we feel, the happier we are. We can throw some things away and give some things away, but at the end of it all, you are only going to have 20 toys left. I was shocked when we began moving towards 20 toys each.
But when I sat with my son in his room that day, I had to face the fact that we had allowed in too much stuff. At first, upon hearing my idea, his eyes got big and a look of worry came over his face. But once we started, he really got into it.
He was sorting and getting excited about giving things away and even selling things in a future yard sale. He was, believe it or not, actually having fun with the challenge. The more we got rid of, the lighter I felt. And the anger began to disappear. There we were, getting rid of stuff, and we were happier.